A Star Among Other Lights

The sun is but a morning star.

Thoreau asks us to hold the sun a little more loosely. What we treat as the whole of the day is one bright thing among many, and the morning is larger than its loudest light. Attention, today, might look like noticing what sits beside the obvious: the second sound in the room, the thought that arrives after the first, the breath that follows the one you meant to take. There is more day to wake into.