As I walked my dog this morning, before dawn, the frost glittered on the grass. I began thinking about the gifts I get as a result of being an early riser. I get the quiet solitude of being the only one awake in my apartment. I get those productive hours without interruption.
I get not only glittering grass, but a glint of light from a sun just below the horizon. I get the stillness just before nature is fully awake.
I get another day.