Dawn rising over the clouds as viewed from atop a mountain.

Twilight Rising

Writing

I used to go to bed at dawn, bleary-eyed and befuddled. Now I get up even earlier than that, when the moon is still hanging high in the sky and has only just begun to make its sleepy descent towards morning.

For a long while, I hated this habit. Now it’s my peaceful time. The period when the world is asleep and I am left to my own thoughts, my own pace, my own breath.

I love these moments. The peace is thick and full this time of day. There is no urgency to rush or worry. Music lilts softly and the air is still. Family and pets lay blissfully asleep. Coffee wafts and the rocking chair creaks. There is space to simply sit and be.