Hush. Night fades to silver, holding its breath, waiting, waiting. Pink rises from the mountaintops, trailing gold from its toes, lighter, lighter. You hear it in your soul, feel it, see it, the rising chorus, the symbol crash, the sun breaking, glorious, as dawn arrives triumphant. Sing.
Most of my days, I rise before dawn. It’s a magical time. Still. Quiet … a few bird twitters. I am awake, yet not. If possible, I would spend the first few hours of my day silent. It seems appropriate. Listen before I speak.
Summer sunrises are my favorite. A pastel wash over dewy grass. A cool appetizer before a sizzling day. A promise. For even when you despair of life, dawn offers you the possibility that today will be different. Today will be a new beginning.
Today.
This day.
Take it and fly.
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Linda Cassidy Lewis 
Ahhh… This is lovely: the words, the photo, the thought.
Thank you so much. 🙂
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Thank you for reading it, Natasha.
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This was one of the first things I read on a Monday morning… 🙂 I think I’m going to have a great day, thank you Linda
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Thank you for reading, Lua. I’m glad it blessed you.
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Even when I walk my wife to her car every Monday through Friday at 4 a.m. there is a certain peace that engulfs our street.
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That’s true, Duke, as Jennifer pointed out, we can encounter these moments at other times too.
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I am not a morning person, so I cannot possibly get up that early as I do not start to function until past noon 🙂
Sometimes though, I am going to be around dawn, so I still get to experience that otherworldy quiet.
Dusk for me, is another time that has a certain magic.
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I don’t think I was ever that young, Alannah. 🙂 I could probably count on one hand the times I’ve stayed up until dawn.
For me, dusk, or twilight, is usually accompanied by a sense of sadness.
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Ah isn’t that interesting. I absolutely adore dusk, it’s the light quality I like. It’s amazing how different our views can be, isn’t it.
I was staying up until dawn when I was 15 and oh dear, I am still doing it and I am certainly a LOT older than 15 now…hee hee
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>>For even when you despair of life, dawn offers you the possibility that today will be different.<<
Thank you for this … it is so true, and something I really needed today.
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Thank you for reading, Brett, and I’m happy it blessed you.
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