The last two weeks I've been waking before sunrise. I haven't been sleeping very much; somehow no matter what I do my thoughts pull me out. First shower, then make tea quietly (very few clinks) then out the door and shut the screen carefully. Today my hair almost froze. It was cold but the wind felt good, still. There were geese up there, and down by the pond, the ducks were awake. I feel quietest in the morning after my thoughts have driven me out of bed, after they've been washed away, and before they have come back. It seems like I'm part of it all. Or it's there for me to see, like a scroll being rolled out.