I love to watch the sun come up in the mornings; the birds start gossiping with fresh new secrets, the skunks waddle under the porch to sleep all day, and the goats announce it's time to graze. Sometimes I wonder if the goats are confused and think they are roosters. Sunrise always seems to last just the right amount of time, slow enough to sit in the still, quick enough not to get bored. I try not to think when everything is so peaceful as it is in the early mornings. Just the thought of a thought seems too noisy at sunrise. I simply watch the light change, evidence the earth is spinning across the universe around a sun.