My travels this morning began in the dark, but I know the views I was passing.  I know the small pond I pass along the way.  Of the old farmhouse with its barn.  Occasionally, a deer will pop into view on the side of the road.  

At some point the darkness will slowly give way to the coming day.  And silhouettes along the horizon will appear, just a blackened image with some blue and gold in the background.  

A quiet moment, a good moment.