Slow Time

My most favorite time of the day is the time just before sunrise, a time which I have recently been waking up most mornings. A good term for it might be slow time, where the waking world moves more slowly, quietly. A time where,you can hear the whispering of birds, as they wake just before bursting forth into their familiar morning song. For me it's a time where hope feels the strongest. A time where all is well with the world. It's a space where I don't have to think about Trump or war or climate change, or any of the other things threatening our planet. This morning time for me is a gift freely given from nature, giving me permission to just rest for awhile. To unburden myself and be still, knowing that we're all gonna be alright. At least until I walk down the driveway and pick up the morning paper.