It’s 5:54 am, EDT on the longest day of the year and I am awake.
Frankly, this has far more to do with things rolling around in my head than it does with an ambition to see the sun rise on the Solstice, in case you were wondering.
I am, nonetheless, here, watching and listening.
We began with what passes for full dark in an urban neighborhood with street lights.
The very first bird chimed in, excited to sing up the sun. A tweet and then about four trilling sort of notes. Again. And again.