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Early Hours
Early hours:
these early hours are cherished, but not more than other moments of the day, just quietly so, as if they belong to only a few and we are joined in a collective hush between us, a reverence of this lingering silence as it slowly gives way to the business of the day.These are the moments that urge me to listen to more subtle sounds, to hear the world wake, yet still retain its silent hold, a reminder that this stillness remains true throughout the day and only seems to fade to greater sounds. Listening, I come to realize that these early hours are my own, more so within me than actual marks of time, available to any moment given pause and allowed to unfold without my rush of interference.
these are all cherished hours.
it’s this pause, sacred really, that gives notice to how seamless it all is, everything, and only seems more evident in the in early hours, how the hushed sounds and slow rise of light urges a more contemplative start to the day. What’s noticed now is how everything exists at once, that dawn is not the retiring of night, nor the beginning of a new day, but a display of true becoming, one thing lending itself to the appearance of another, so at ease within its nature that it allows for scenery to change, a gain of prominence of some particular points, and yet never fearing for its own disappearance.