For what human ill does not dawn seem to be an alleviation? ~Thornton Wilder
The day shall not be up so soon as I, To try the fair adventure of tomorrow. ~William Shakespeare
The sun has not caught me in bed in fifty years. ~Thomas Jefferson
I'll tell you how the sun rose a ribbon at a time. ~Emily Dickinson
You can only come to the morning through the shadows. ~J.R.R. Tolkien
My happiest summer was when I worked as a baker in far West Texas. Now, those who remember me then might have a different memory of my mood, but time and distance are the friends of memory, and I can choose to remember it as a summer of unabashed joy. Working as a baker, I had to rise when it was still dark out, turned out muffins, scones, sticky buns, and apple pies--and then went and turned the closed sign to open just as the light was coming up. There's nothing as beautiful as the sunrise in the high desert of far West Texas.
I started feeling that, even on my days off, hours were wasted if I didn't wake before dawn.
Tomorrow, I'm going to try to start waking before dawn again, just because it feels like the person I am becoming.
I need more solitude, more time with God in the mornings, more time with my pen and paper, and I want to be on the jogging trail when the day is just breaking.
(Yes, I know that "Dawn" is my name, but it's a first name I've never felt a connection to, so I'm taking suggestions for new ones. I receive compliments on the name. I do have other names--Olga is my taken baptismal name, after a great-aunt. And the children around town call my Sweetie Pie. My art students call me Miss Purple. But this is another type of Dawn and one I can discuss at a later date. I must to bed now if I'm to wake so early.)