It is 4:37 a.m. The first bird started singing. I really need to figure out which bird this is. It does not really matter. I feel like we share this special time, while the rest of the world sleeps we welcome in the new day together. Though, it is an hour later than the last time I made note of my feathered friend’s song. A reminder that the sun will start rising later everyorning from here to the Winter Equinox.