I'm not what you would call a morning person. Before the sun is up everything in me is stiff and reluctant. I'm skeptical anything will turn out to be worth the effort of getting out of bed. But it is a
beautiful time of day. A quiet unrushed sort of beauty. One that I can drink in if I brave the discomfort.
Waking up this early is like getting into a new or intimidating yoga pose. There something exhilarating about the balance between that discomfort and the beauty. It reminds me that there are risks life is always waiting to have taken and that my limits are not always what I assume they are.
But I'm here. Writing at 6 AM and with not much to even share. So I guess I'll write about what's in front of me.
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