It's so early (and so cold in February--winter has finally come to the Sonoran desert) that the birds are not out yet. So what I do see are a few cars rolling by and the color of soft pink lighting the sky.
The mesquite trees are stilled in their winter dark shadows. There is no wind so my sunburst chimes hang with no movement, no sound.
I am not an early riser by nature. But these past few days I have had nervous energy at odd times of the day and evening and so here I am. Not quite ready to face the day, but facing the dawn seems to be a safe place to begin.