Yesterday I rose in darkness. Tiptoed quickly. Shut doors gently. Slipped into yoga pants and a strappy black tank. Downstairs, an ibook weather widget read 46 degrees. I nabbed the kettle before it could whistle. Nibbled bread. Sipped tea. Watched the oven clock digits flip from 6:09 to 6:10. The zipper on my hoodie whispered briefly as it tugged toward my chin. My key in the lock clinked softly. My lungs filled with indigo air. My feet were fleet rubber-soled ponies. They raced my trilling heart HERE.