Privilege

The air is still at 7 am.

Nothing moves, even the trees are

still. All that moves are the stars

light years away, twinkling,

shooting through space, and

filling me with

small measures

of peace

and

light. In

this sacred

moment, I am

free to wander in

my mind, to read, and to

reflect. I slowly approach

the worries of the day from a

calm place. I'm grateful for this privilege.