Morning

Some switch in my internal clock has me up at 5am these days. It must be the anxiety. I don't mind, dawn and twilight - being transitions - are my favorite parts of the day. Standing outside in the silence, I can see Orion creep out just above the roofs of other houses; the other stars I don't know twinkle in the distance. I feel a deep and simple happiness that has nothing whatsoever to do with art, with worries about the future or the past, or Merdeka, or trials of the heart. I suppose it might be called a sort of heathen grace. Whatever it is, it imparts humility, a sense of perspective and calm - surely as good a start to the day as anything.