A spell of insomnia had its sweet rewards yesterday morning. As the northeast sky behind the mountains began to glow in orange and scarlet, I stepped out on the deck to breathe in the fresh calm air, listen to the quiet and watch the changing sky. What a glorious way to meet the morning, imagining being the only person on this spot on earth.

Up the street, I see a car slowly approaching, stopping at some of the houses, then ours. Here comes our newspaper. It’s 5:15 in the morning, husband will be getting up any minute. Another work day ahead.