In the first in an occasional series, here is the first moment of a new day.
This is not the first moment that I open my eyes. Not that purgatorial moment between night and day, when muscle memory gets me out of bed and puts a cup of fresh coffee in my hand. No, this is what comes after, when my head wakes-up, when thoughts start to bubble, when the day really begins. Sometimes my best thoughts and ideas are the first things that I think when I wake. Things that dawned on me.
This morning I was excited about snowfall. The weather forecast said snow. The snow did come, but not before a glorious sunrise. I ran out into the street in my slippers. This was the moment my day began.
Subterranean Birdsong 