This morning I woke up very early and made myself a green tea. I stepped outside and sat on a wooden garden bench that I keep on my little porch facing a wooded ravine conservation area. The world was quiet except for the odd passing early-morning commuter rumbling by. I could hear nature awakening around me. My tea rippled and steamed in the morning breeze. I watched the pastel colours of an Autumn dawn rise and saturate my neighborhood with light. Even the suburbs have a mystical quality at dawn.