my eyes blinked open ridiculously early this morning, normal for me on the last sleep before an exam. 5am, and i'm wide awake. i try to deny it, but by 6:20 i'm out of bed, down the stairs, walking to my car to head for the gym...and i find myself driving through that magic hour when the sun is beginning to rise and people are still dreaming. i saw the birth of a new day. the world was still dewy. it's not a thing i can appreciate when i'm forced out of bed by obligation, but when i just happen to stumble wide-eyed into a fresh morning, i can hardly believe the miracle of it all starting over again and again, full of possibility each time. every day a new chance to do things right, to grow a little more, to turn it all around again. it makes me feel quiet and deep and expectant all at the same time. the day and i are both still young. under a red rising sun, our blank pages are glowing with hopes for what will come along to fill them.