We stand at the threshold of the East.
We are in the yes-but-not-yet of the pre-dawn darkness.
This is the time when stirrings begin underground, in seed and root and heart.
This is when we yearn for what comes next, yet still feel winter's remaining weight, the murkiness of the lingering dark.
This is when we feel our faces turning toward the horizon, trusting inspiration will come, trusting the sun to wash over us.