I start my day in inky darkness lit only by moon and star glow.
I sit quietly in my big chair watching firelight flicker.
Steam from black tea warms my face.
Slowly, light from the east leaks into darkness.
For a few moments, I sit transfixed.
Each dawn unveils a different palette.
My heart soars with the awakening sun.
The western peaks receive a glow that seems to light them from within.
That glow spreads inside and around me.
Each day a rebirth.
The chance for new beginnings.
Dawn is always the first of my good things for the day.
Think of me sometimes as you watch the sun rise in your part of the world.
I just might be thinking of you.