It’s still dark when I wake up. The birds are starting to chirp and rattle around in the trees. The star lights in the patio start to blink, because it is the exact time when the batteries are wearing out and the sun is on the way to charge the batteries again.
In the time I take to shuffle around, find a spoon, open a can, divide the cat food into equal portions (the cats compare dishes before settling down), the area past the patio is no longer indigo. It’s Payne’s Gray, a color lighter than what you see when you close your eyes in a dark kitchen at 4 a.m.
The star lights blink and are gone, but it’s light enough to see them shining like icicles from the patio overhang. The sun is not up yet, but the effect is.
Dawn makes life feel fresh. When something bad happens, the next dawn brings hope and courage before the harsh light of day discourages you. You feel adventurous if you are up before dawn. More awake than if you got another two hours of sleep.
Ideas begin to roll around in my head. Slowly at first, like a single marble dropped on an uneven floor. It rolls down the grout line and then, picking up speed, jumps up out of its track and heads into a new direction. Ideas don’t hold still at 4 a.m.
Having been in the idea-kitchen before, I grab a pen and an envelope left on the countertop, and write down the idea before it rolls under the dishwasher and is not seen again.
The palm trees are now a darker color than the sky, rooftops angle against a sky that looks like its rolling. The sun is moving so close to the horizon that you can now see the dawn rolling from East to West.
Sun’s up. Another day.
Everything that happened in the last half hour has a name: change.
We may not like change, but we cannot stop time, the speed of ideas, or the fact that no one second is like the one before. We’d be miserable if nothing changed. You wouldn’t have a cell phone, you would have to learn how to use a payphone. You’d drive a car without a connection to your playlist. If you were lucky, the car would have a radio, nothing else.
Change gives you a chance. To learn, to experience to grow. Give change a chance. You might get used to the idea.
—Quinn McDonald is happy to have just one website for all the different parts of her life. Welcome to the new blog space!