If i wasn’t…

If I wasn’t such a night owl I could fall in love with that absolutely silent stretch of time in the morning, where the undercurrents of the world seem to be waking up. There’s a universal agreement not to speak so as to not shatter the serenity and peace that the world so precariously hangs in for just a moment while the sun slowly glides into view. But in that haze between darkness and day you feel like you’re getting away with something. It doesn’t feel quite right to be awake while, what feels like the rest of the world, is still asleep. But it’s your little secret, along with the few others that you pass who have also taken that morning vow of silence creating your own secret garden, but of a time not a place and hidden in plain sight. While people like me don’t have a thought in our minds about being awake. Unaware of the solidarity and mystery to be discovered.