Before the World Asks

The breeze is light along Tampa Bay in the early morning.

Not enough to disturb the surface. Just enough to remind you the air is alive.

The light doesn’t rush in. It settles — soft against the water, soft along the shoreline.

There’s something captivating about that hour and it happens everyday. Not because anything dramatic is happening, but because nothing is.

The world hasn’t started asking for anything yet.

And for a few minutes, neither do I.

My mind follows the water. Slows with it. Breath deepens without instruction.

There was a time when mornings were simply a pause before motion. Coffee before departure. A stretch of quiet before the next itinerary.

Now they feel different.

Now they feel like footing.

It’s not always that I greet the morning as the sun rises over the water. I can sit back and watch it over the roof tops of nearby homes, rising over mountains and even an occasional skyline. I can and I do from wherever I’m at.

If I find it here — in the breeze, in the stillness, in the first light — the rest of the day unfolds with less resistance.

Not perfect.

Just steadier.

And steadier feels like progress.

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