Sitting here on my sofa at 5:10 on Sunday morning,
with my hair sticking up like a cluster of antennae that have been shredded by
a hurricane force winds, I am surrounded by a rare calm. I have outlasted the foundation-side crickets
below my open windows. I have bested the
night-moths that fluttered against the screens.
I am stirring the air before the first songbirds. The sun has yet to slice up through the eastern
mountains.
I am first off the line today.
I celebrate in perfect silence.
--Mitchell
Hegman
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