Quiet dawn

It was strikingly quiet when set off this morning, soon after dawn. In that first hour of daylight, during the wintery absence of the cardinal’s warm-weather song, it’s as if you can see the nighttime quiet. My footsteps on the gravel felt like a disturbance of the peace.

Geese in a morning sky
Geese in a morning sky

By the time I returned, three dozen geese were calling from their formation above. A dog barked in the distance. A far-off train whistle signaled to me that the world was waking up.

What do you think about the dawn?

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