The dawn has come; the birds outside have gathered, seemingly to chide me, chirping loudly in the trees. They’re telling all they’re bird friends, “She’s been staying in as if to hide!” And sure enough, they haven’t lied. A part of me feels like I’ve died and vanished on a passing breeze. The dawn has come. I never used to think that I’d be one to not enjoy the ride when there’s so much of life to seize! Beside my window, not at ease, I watch those early birds now glide. . . The dawn has come!