"A rabbit scampers through tall grass. Birds are gently roused. Slowly, softly, the sun inches over the horizon. It is not a bright sunrise - the sky has no fire this morning, your skin does not glow in her magenta light. It is slow and soft and cloudy. Rosy cheeks give way to the straight blue gaze of daylight. Your mother rubs your back when you lean your head on her shoulder. The hours awake catch up to your drowsy mind. You can sleep safely here...."