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April 6, 2011
In my world, there are few like me -- that is, "people who enjoy early mornings."

It comes from many sources, but one is a love of light. Let me tell you about the rush of pleasure I feel when, after the cold and dark of winter, I finally witness the eastern sky blush, and every molecule of air embellished with golden glow. It vibrates with promise. It bursts with birdsong. My heart grows big with joy.

My wish is to arise, to let the gilt air enfold me, enrapture me, and then return to your arms still warm with sleep.