It’s 5:30am, watching the sun break over the trees with that soft, golden light you only see in the mornings with the stillness that belies the incoming storm.
The tension in my neck and shoulders pushed me out of bed this morning, the mental swirl is abated for a while as the day is still quiet. The physical discomfort is loud and strong. Always the best time of day during these periods, no stimulus, nothing to push the buttons, triggers on hold, a momentary bubble till the din starts and I need to crank the drawbridge up.
I am in the eye of the hurricane, the pause in the maelstrom.