I woke before the kids today. And not with the sort of "oh shit! what time is it?" race to prod them free from warm beds ... rush to dress ... hurry pack the lunches rigmarole. It was peaceful, and still, and soft; I didn't have to speak or answer, only do. That's the way now. The horizon was aflame all along my vantage point. The eastern sky called for a photo. In that moment a new project (motivated simply by wanting more of the same) was born. Others have done it. Now it's my turn to explore the beauty of the early hours. Yes, I can get used to this.
