Wind

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Dawn is always my favorite time of day. People are still sleeping and the quietness draws attention to things that are often overlooked later in the day, things like the speed of the clouds passing overhead, the sway of the trees, the quick chirrups of sparrows darting over the rooftops, and the shifting of the light. Because of my night job teaching English it is usually difficult to get up so early, and so I usually miss the dawns these days. But today, here I am, and like the hush of the breeze through the leaves of the false acacia outside my window, there is a quietness beating slowly in my chest. The sky is bright and it feels good to be alive.

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