I awoke a good four hours before the sun agreed to present itself. I felt remarkably vibrant, active and alive. Then while bouncing around in the pitch black, I heard a Barred Owl attempt an impression of a cudgeled Deer. A remorseless and horrible sound until he laughs.
Sadly, eight hours later, the source of this morning's heightened sense of
awareness has not yet presented itself. And I can only imagine it belongs
to a contrariness so often apparent in living things. In the highway code,
a State Trooper might call it "failure to yield."