Sunday morning at 5 am.
I cannot explain any particular good reason why I was I awake, but there I was.
The sky, filled with low clouds and damp air, was dark with the exception of the Eastern Horizon.
There, just over the treeline, was a thin arc of blue light and a single jewel star. It was the edge of dawn, sliding toward us, but in no particular hurry.
With no sunrise to rival it, the star was the brightest object against a canvas of grey, black and blue.
It couldn't last.
Instead of waiting for it to disappear, I went back to sleep.