Taking On the Day Before the Day Takes On Me

There is something about the world before the sun comes up. It's peaceful, cool, and sweetly dark. If you happen to catch me awake before the dawn, I am sometimes most awake. It's a world all its own; a world seen by so few that it's almost a secret. Those late night partiers do not witness or better yet, experience, its serene bliss; and those long, heavy sleepers wouldn't dare awake. Even the average Joe doesn't get up and leave his house at this hour.

It's almost a secret, I say. Almost a secret. 

As we cruise down the interstate towards the Denver skyline, it shimmers, yet settles with a different vibe than the luminous night life. It looks content and beautiful. Colors of orange, white, and purple blend together in the city lights, contrasting against the dark morning sky. 

We venture towards a distant destination in these meek hours of the day, and I appreciate the glowing headlights of the few on the road with us. The truckers with their travels of solitude and the early commuters alike. They are the secret holders and the citizens of the pre-dawn realm. A secret world held by them, the insomniacs, early risers, the graveyard shift workers, and the Alpha alike. And every now and then, I find the excuse to join them.