There is a certain place, in the hours of before dawn, in which I thrive. The RV is silent, aside from the sound of the coffee maker brewing its magic. The smell permeates the whole area surrounding my computer, where I do my writing. If you look out the window behind the sink, you can just see the soft early morning light breaking through the curtains of night.

There are no sounds of cars driving by, dogs barking, or any sounds of daily activity. It is a time that most are probably in the shower, getting dressed, and enjoying their morning quiet also. Sometimes I like to walk along the river during this time, simply for the cool morning air mixing with the steam rising from my coffee thermos. The most beautiful sounds come from the woods this early… from the water passing by, to the chittering sounds of the woodland creatures within the undergrowth.

I guess it is considered pre dawn… that time where the hourglass of Daytime/Nighttime is being overturned, and beginning to pour out its time all over again.

Fresh starts, fresh adventures, and fresh purpose… I journey forth into the here and now of whatever the day will present.

Speaking of fresh… here is a fresh start to a healthy day…

The napkins are for keeping sticky fingers off the keyboards…