I
love waking up just before dawn. Light
drifts in through the uncovered clerestory windows that cap my bedroom’s
east-facing wall. I open my eyes and
look for that subtle transition from streetlight to sun, when the room begins
to fill with a sense of smoky blue-grey. Shadow edges against the rising light, which reflects
too from my framed photographs’ glasses.
I love thinking about the transition from rods’ function to
cones’ as dim light slowly brightens and the colors of my sheets and walls begin
to emerge.
Pogo
gently bumps his nose against mine to tell me now is the time to make our move. Just another minute, Pogo! Let me savor this one.
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