Morning

Maybe walking in the Arboretum in the early morning will mean that I won’t feel like I want to move back to the woods, where I lived way back when and miss more than I realize. As I walk, I”m watching the landscape get slowly brighter at its own pace. In the light of a crescent moon and the morning star, it’s quiet, only just now shifting away from complete urban darkness.

The birds are waking and singing. Dawn dark, quiet, calm, complete in itself, the landscape looks pristine. I’ve not seen another human and only the birds and a rabbit or two. I hear the cars in the near distance. I know I’m not alone and, to my surprise, that’s a comfort. I have this space to be with myself without losing my connection to other people, something harder to do when I lived in the woods. I notice that I’m here in this moment, and all is well.

It's a comfort.