It turns out being up this early IS good for something.

The beauty of nature serving as my religion is that it requires no rule but to love it. no law, but to be boundless. There is no existence of conformity here, only the mutual understanding of reckless abandon between itself and I. Early morning dew reminds me of rebirth, and hope. All of my dreams told by my heart are realities in the dawn, and the voices of the early awakenings reverberate the truth all around me. They tell me to be still, allow the breeze to calm my fears. What a thing, to be so gentle yet so unyielding at the same time. The sweet smells of the morning possess me and replace the poison of anger and bitterness that runs through my blood and replaces it with an air of wisdom, an all knowingness, and as a delicate sigh escapes from my lips, I am lifted. I am free, I am enlightened. I know my truth, I believe. I believe that everything inside of me moves in the same circle as the secrets whispered by Mother Nature. She is all around, yet just out of reach. You cannot contain her, you cannot explain her. But in your core, you can feel her. And in the night she lays beside you and invites you to sleep, to rest your soul. She creeps in to wrap herself around you and tucks away the remnants of the daylight, along with your dreams, into the stars. And when those stars fall into the atmosphere they dissolve, and the stardust-that stardust that holds tiny pieces of our dreams, our light, our love, our convictions- feeds the Earth, and we all continue to grow together.