4:34am

I enjoy early mornings.

When it feels as if all the eyes in your world are settled heavy in their slumbers.

All the minds drifting and dreaming to different places.

And here I am, and here I lay.

Pupils gasping through the comprehension of our existence.

The way the moon caresses us into our hearths.

How the sun softly nudges us to live and experience another age.

As if to say, rise now and chase the stars

to the close of one more light,

one more dusk,

one more day.

To clasp hands with the gloaming

and sense its brilliance greet us warmly.

Fleetingly flirting with once fading farewells.

And in the midst of this bigness.

Feeling entirely too small and too still.

Paused timeless, lost in the haze of this between,

in a home forever welcoming the songs the street sings,

and the shades of sleep withal painting my skin,

I find my body tender and tethered,

to the comfort and community of rhythmic breaths and sweet subtleties

I am thus awashed in.

I enjoy these early mornings.