Mornings and I don’t speak very often. Most of the dawns i’ve seen are in the winter commuting to work. But there is something amazing about them, a freshness and a feeling of being alive that comes into the air. Somehow even that isn’t enough to coax me out of my bed early enough, especially for late spring or summer dawns. They are just to early, but this time I managed to roll out of bed, throw clothes on, and load up the dog (who is a morning dog, we negotiate often about what time I should be getting up and going to bed) to catch the light.