Early Mornings Out the Front Door

I feel a sense of reverence walking out of my house most mornings just after getting the coffee started, looking into the dark and up into the early morning sky. I feel a sense of wonder, of something mysterious beyond my ability to understand.

Like I experienced one 4:40 a.m., finding a murky London-fog-lite settled all around my Boise, Idaho neighborhood. Smelling the rain that goes with foggy weather. Two neighbors with their house lights on, glowing through the dark, as did the nighttime sky. The overcast sky artificially lit up as the luminosity of the city bounces back from the low hanging, pervasive cloud. It is mysterious. Water dripping down my gutter drains. Its rhythm reinforcing an inner silence that the morning darkness has catalyzed.

I step outside most nights too, just before I head to bed, I think just to be in the natural world. I look up into the early morning sky and feel awe, sensing my iota-ness as the universe, the stars, the sky, extend unimaginably beyond anything I can envision. Why do I take these morning-evening look-see’s? Perhaps it is an innate need to be in the real, not in the human made. Perhaps it is to breathe and smell and feel the freshness of unprocessed air. Perhaps it is also to reconnect with the “larger-than-myself”. To remind myself that I am part of an unbounded, inconceivably infinite universe.

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