Last Saturday I woke with the fog.
I can no longer sleep past a certain hour. It's not tied to what time I go to sleep, it's independent of that. There is simply a line drawn in the universe that defines when I will wake. I wonder if it's because as life gets shorter we shouldn't miss a minute of it. Maybe those extra moments shouldn't be spent wondering why I'm awake but appreciating that I am awake. And maybe there's something else out there waking up early too that I shouldn't miss. It could be hidden in the fog.
The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you.
Don't go back to sleep.