I'm not a morning person, so the wee hours of the day are always a revelation to me. Unfortunately, things weighing on my mind have left me wide awake at a ridiculously early hour. It's too bad, really, that this isn't a natural habit for me, as this is a wonderful time of day--watching the pale sky slowly brighten and deepen into blue as the song sparrow sings from the still-dark trees and crows stir upriver, breaking the peace in our otherwise quiet neighborhood...

Pre-dawn, crows yelling--
what is there to shout about?
The day's still so young.