In the silence before dawn, illuminated by moonlight, I hear the birds sing, I take out my laptop and write. The darkness is ending soon and the orders of the day will soon grip me, but I enjoy these moments of solitude. Though I am alone, I am not lonely. I fear slightly how glad I am.
Soon I take out my phone and am gripped by so many images. Happy people. People traveling. People buying things. People dining at fancy restaurants. People enjoying other people. And yet here I am, waking up early, taking my daughter to kindergarten, working, having lunch, picking my daughter up from kindergarten, playing with her, trying to read to her, and finally squeezing some time after she is asleep and the energy is gone to hunt for the beautiful sentence that rarely arrives, but I persist.