Morning

It’s still dark, the blush of dawn minutes away, and I sit in my chair looking at the window, trying to see the change.

The earth is spinning towards the light, and we use this to mark a new day. It may be a negotiation, but it’s useful, it works. It’s not as abrupt as a light switch in a room, but we treat it as such. 

Yet now, as I look up periodically, I see the change, I mark the spin, my time slows down. There is a raw quiet, just before the birds are awake. Stillness in the branches…

Curiously, there is a band of longitude, just a few miles east of where I am now, that is radically different. It is later in the morning, actual sunshine, movement on the land. People meeting agendas, doors opening/closing, communication, actions initiated. They say it is just the time distance. It isn’t, it’s the rotation that makes the time.

The morning doesn’t come to us, we turn towards the morning.