Predawn Flight — Musing Hour

3:45 am I awake. Mystical musing hour after early rest. I am thrown into times past when I would wake at that time. When I first learned that all true adventures begin before dawn.

The whole Earth was my muse for decades. Thailand, Brazil... Argentina, Disney world! The hot excitement of learning! The omnivorous eye of a young scholar.

All trips conclude. Omnivory becomes dullness, gluttony, loneliness and pain.

Until the pain becomes peace.

And the peace becomes stillness.

And the stillness becomes rest.

Rest, rest, rest some more.

Until I once again awaken before dawn!