Is it a sign of aging? This weird waking before dawn with a mind too full of thinkings to shut back down?
I am not a morning person. This is very strange.
Still - I got up. There seemed no alternative at the time. And I noticed this strange light in the east, tangled in the distant treetops. It was this delicate sliver of moon, visible only because the sun had not yet arrived to wash it out with its overpowering star glow.
moon reflected in pond, with cattails
I wish my camera could really reproduce what my eye could see, and even more, what my ear could hear. An hour before dawn is truly for the birds, and they were in full, exuberant chatter mode. The dim light of twilight is a lovely space, but doesn't translate well on film. Please use your imagination.
I neither expect nor hope to be out and about before 5am very often over the next seven weeks. From May 23rd to July 9th, here in central Maine, that's when I have to be out there to see the sun come up. So - I'll take advantage of a sleepless May morning, when the rising moon called me irresistibly forth, and share a post.
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