Im in love with 5 am stillness. The nothingness hour. Seasons of 5 offering their unique delight. Birds singing their good morning song. I sing along. creatures rustling in leaves, scurrying to find random seeds and pods long forgotten. Twilight mist thick on the patio furniture. Absorbing this in the space between my thoughts. I sit. Observe.
The sleepy hour of 5am is one of wisdom.
Snow blanketing, filling in the cracks. Silencing the silence. All is fell. The the only movement -added to the scene.
The early morning