I cannot see out of my writing window at 5:45 in the morning. That big forest out there during a time of transition. Night becoming morning. So when I look out my writing window at such an insane time of the day the view I get is a reflection of everything inside. Today I saw a person. Not in the corner of my eye but my full vision. I demanded answers. I got no response. My heart felt differently. An image was placed in my modern day of Now.