freewrite at 5:30am
There was something about this hour, this hour on days like today when the trees were a dull gray on top of a silvery-bright blue that filtered in and muted everything - there was something spectactular in it. The way that the world could be waking up and quietening everything down all at once - tinny blue skies cradling rocking sheets of rain - that held a magical something or the other over things. You just had to sit still and let it and that gray light like moonshine could get a hold of you, could ease down into your bones and set you to rights. It could reset your worrisome self back to truth and easy answers and always eating before doing, before going and being. It could make you right forget about rough starts and morning sadness because the sky holds it all in her cheeks and is sparing you the trouble. Sharing the calm and sparing you the storm because today is a day for quiet acceptance of things as they are - a nature-gifted pause button for you today, not to be wasted on thoughts of tomorrow. Gray light that could be blue ghosting your eyes shut and saving you the sight of a wet/blue you. Shhh…just let it all be. Let yourself be. Be completely.