Waking up too early
Just about every day, I wake up just before or during the earliest moments of dawn. I resist... I don't want to return to the world of stuff I have to do, to deal with... But Violetta insists, and my body nudges with this urge and that... I struggle out of my warm nest, and face it all. If it is early enough, there are stars--just the brightest ones, and planets that glimmer in the deep blue of pre-dawn. And there, outside the living room window, is the mountain, like a haunt, palest diaphanous... Sign in to see full entry.