Shades of bright burnt offerings spark the dark. The distant horizon line, an outpost of hope. Harbinger of a light allowing us another chance to become that which we seek. Our bodies rise from beds, minds still groggy from dreams. In these moments between darkness and dawn, there is a timelessness, a weightlessness allowing us to hover above our hearts. To revel in their rhythms; brave beat boulders hurled at Goliath death. Moments like these when it’s all so clear, when truth is scribed by light. Witness the bold dictations of an early morning sky edging towards sunrise.