Breaking of Dawn

Rememberthe statement, "It's always darkest before the dawn"?    Iremember as a kid, getting up two hours before sunrise to prove or disprovethat theory, and was amazed to find that it was actually true.  Not only was the night the blackest before thesun rose, but it was also the coldest two hours of the morning.  I watched as the stars faded from view andthe moon dipped into the distance.  Thenight creatures even took a brief respite in their song to greet the new day,as if taking a deep breath to start their chorus all over.  It was amazing watching the first hue of orange,pink and yellow touch the edge of the horizon.  Though I sat in stillness, theair seemed to buzz to life with the touch of the first golden rays. I hadn'trealized that I held my breath, until I exhaled in relief and awe, allowing thetension of expectation to release its strangled hold on my shoulders.  In that brief, silent moment, I held an enormousbarrel of hope for the day.  The possibilitieswere endless.  Then of course, I wentabout my duties as usual, doing what was planned and expected, forgetting aboutthe hope I had imagined at the breaking of dawn.
What doesthat have to do with my writing career; my passion?  In those moments when it appears nothing ishappening, nothing is moving, and darkness covers all my hopes and dreams, Iremember that behind the darkest hour sits the beauty of dawn.  There's a new day, a new sunrise, a new hopewaiting for me, if I just hold on a bit longer. I can't give up when I'm so close, neither can you.
Till nexttime,~T.L. Gray