The blinds are open. The flame of the candle burns with worry. The eyes of today are beginning to open. We are here. We are still. No one speaking. No one moving.

I’m not sure how long I have been sitting still. My tea tells me I get lost in time, my body tells me I’ve sat down only a moment ago.

Time does not seem to follow its usual precision in its early hours, no. Time offers a bit more of itself at dawn. Perhaps it is generous to those who treat it like something or someone you can’t get enough of. Something or someone you want to wake up early for to simply be with.

No speaking. No moving. But we are here, Time and I.