“Then when the young Dawn showed again with her rosy fingers…”*

Every morning before sunrise I put on my sneakers and go out for a thirty minute combination walk and run. When I step out the door, it is dark. When I come back, it is light.

My favorite part of the day is when it is just beginning. When the veil of night slowly lifts, the sun rises, and the world comes to life. Birds start to sing. Lizards start to move. Not a lot of people are about. There are few cars on the road. The time of day when silence opens up into noise.

In the words of my friend, the Australian, I shall return.

* Richmond Lattimore (transl.), The Odyssey of Homer (Harper Perennial Classics, 1999), Book 8 line 1.

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