The place to be at dawn is in the garden. The world still sleeps. There is only you and the birds. Just sit, sip your coffee, and listen. I take my coffee to the glider on the front deck. I am protected from the weather there. I don't have to sit there long before the front yard birds revisit. This morning there is a lovely blanket of dew. So calm. It's the only place I want to be. The fog starts to lift slowly. The longer I sit, the more I sip my coffee, the more the fog lifts. We rise together. Me, the dew, this new day. Creatures become active, photosynthesis resumes, but the garden is never more whole than the wee hours of a dewy morning.
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