Morning Lights

DUKES FANS: “Come see me early in the morning...” numerous blues songs I am an early riser. I like to get up between 5 and 6 and often walk north up towards Chestnut Hill. I love the quiet of that time, and I am a lover of winter night skies-intense and dramatic as they are. That combination of waking early and walking in the presence of the winter night sky regularly bring me quiet joy and comfort. I love watching the slow change in the locations of the constellations over the course of a winter. I love watching the moon cycle through each of its phases. Both of these celestial happenings seem so much starker and definite in winter. They are quiet bits of joy that often get my day off to a fabulous start. Watching the day come into being earlier and earlier as winter goes on is also fascinating. I notice the way shadows shift, the way light is reflected off rooftops and grass, and on some mornings I get to see this wonderful eerie rolling fog move over some of the larger expanses of lawns and streams in Mt Airy and Chestnut Hill. This last week in February that starts to change a bit, and I have to adjust. It is lighter when I arise now, and the sky at 5:30 is not quite as dark and dramatic as it was a week or so ago. The constellations are not as bright, and the light of the new day is visible earlier. It is a different sky now, and we are relentlessly transitioning from one season to the next. Part of me misses the old winter night sky; I almost go through a brief mourning period. Then I notice that at around 6: 30, if I am looking southeast, I can see the sun as a bright reddish-orange disk above the housetops and the day seems to just rush into being, And if I am out for a nice long walk like I was this morning, I can watch that sun gradually become more and more visible and seemingly rise above us. This, too, is a glorious way to start the day. So while I like the story of Punxsutawney Phil and know that its origins are with Candlemas Day and the hedgehogs in Germany during the Roman era, it is the changes in light that most alerts me to the fact that hat we are entering that next phase of the cycle of seasons. It lets me know exactly where we are in that cycle; it is undeniable. And when I am out noticing the light, I also get to look at the lawns and I notice the snowdrops and pansies as they make their first appearance of the year. I also get to be aware of more bird activity as species that have been around all winter get more active, and some new ones are starting to be heard. And watching the different colors and aspects of sunrise is a joy to behold. Yes, I still miss the winter night sky, and I probably will for a while. But I also welcome this new sky, the one that tells me this marvelous cycle is still in play and that it has different joys and wonders for me if I pay attention. And that is very good, indeed