Some days it’s harder to start than others. I haven’t gotten up at five to write, probably in years. It’s good. Dark beyond the window but the neighbor’s rooster crows and her donkey brays. The dogs are a little confused but they’ve settled back to sleep on the couch. (Yes, the couch!) Cats are out, crouched in the darkness, waiting to grab the stray mouse returning too late to its burrow. With luck, they’re all safely tucked in for the day. The sky grays.