Seeing what is true and knowing at 6:38 in the early morning, sunday. There is depth in sustaining silence as the neighbourhood remains in a temporary vow of silence at this time. I am reading a poem by Rumi. The sun slowly rises in the coldness of autumn. The elegance of the early morning autumn sky, pale orange, pale blue, shy white. So pleasing. So humbling. Calmness blossoms. Time lingers.