Year of the Slug recently posted something about not liking to get up but loving to BE up in the early hours. I couldn't agree more, especially these days when it's getting darker and darker in the mornings. I'm up this morning and while it was dark for a few minutes, the most precious light, very faint is just starting to happen on the horizon. The day and I, having our slow silent beginning together...And now I shower and pack my bag and off to work, I take the quiet with me, the light is all around me...
Is it too early to love this day?
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