“The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you. Don’t go back to sleep.” -Rumi To understand me, you must first understand morning. My love for the morning runs deeper than my lifetime. It comes from my father, and his father, and so on. This love, it’s carved into my heart, a part of the constant, steady beat. Morning. The silence of a home. The cool darkness. The creaks that run through the walls, the floorboards. First light as it begins to cut across the sky, the colors