I love the moment before dawn, the inhale when the earth is coldest, the beat before the cardinal begins singing about everything that happened between 8pm and 4am. It's a startling thing, this absolute trough of the day's cycle into the upswing of light and the activity of living.
There must be other moments like this call of the morning, other moments reminding us that transitions are startling, inevitable, and fierce.
It’s the softness we mistake, thinking we should tread lightly, feel our way slowly. But dawn is a violent, dazzling, timely transition.
We, too, can move with such fierce gravity.
We, too, can move the planet into action with grace, poise, breath, and light.