There is a moment, just before dawn that draws me in.
It is a time when the birds start their singing to signal my rise and join in their preparations for the day.
A moment of solitude and deep, deep breath. A brief rest from the worry of the challenges the day may bring to those I love. A moment of Thanksgiving for all the goodness surrounding me.
The stillness of the land. The quiet. The mist.
The wonder at the new that has evolved over night.