The dogs woke me up at 5:00 this morning, insisting that they had to go out. As I opened the back door, the backyard was bathed in darkness. I noticed the quality of the pre-dawn air. It was cool and soft and had an almost-magical feel. Birdsong filled the air. I stood, still and silent, and listened to the symphony being played all around me. A gentle rain began to fall and I lifted my face to allow the drops to wash over me. The garden’s flowers offered me their heady, heavenly aroma. I breathed it in, filling my body with this perfume. I stood a while longer, lingering as I experienced the joy of the world waking up all around me and my senses coming to life.
The dogs broke my reverie, asking to go back inside. I thanked them for showing me this beautiful 5:00 world. I returned to my bed for a few more minutes of sleep. As I closed my eyes, I wondered, “Did that really happen or was it just a dream?”