I turn on the television, expecting news to break into programming, but it does not. So, I go outside. While I wait, I weed. A patch of sky west of the sun turns from white to cornflower. For an hour morning is a 40 watt bulb.
Birds hop slower, but keep peeping.
For some seconds the air chills. Then it warms. I was ready to glimpse hidden stars, to feel light and darkness clearly defined. I was prepared today to be startled. I rise from something less than I'd planned on.