early morning revival

What a difference a day makes. Each morning is a new day, to state the obvious. Yet in the sense of new beginnings, it truly is for me. Last night was a dark and angry place, and today running at 4:30 am in the sweet early morning darkness, I felt again the morning's promise, and renewal with it. Which is a good thing, because midterms loom. The pressure has been mounting, and you can see it on people's faces and in their quietness. We all know now what's at stake and what it takes to survive. Just figuring out how to do that-that is the dilemma. Life intervenes ever so inconveniently. Still, there is the promise of each new morning, and I can't help but believe then that I can do it.