There is a sixth sense, the natural religious sense, the sense of wonder.
D.H. Lawrence
In Your Company
Up early, my breath still
visible in the coffee, the stars
still conversing in their glitter
before our noise makes them
retreat. I feel the groove of my
awe. There is a comfort in this.
Up early, alone, standing on the
same shore as those before me;
staring at the same pins of light,
feeling the same ounce of wonder,
the way a small wave lapping at the
bottom of a cliff briefly feels every
small wave that has lapped
there before.
Mark nepo.