Sympatheia
It is 5:20 a.m. on the first day of spring.
5:20 a.m. has become one of my favorite times of the day. Even in the dead of winter.
It arrives after I have layered up, causing the dogs to lose their minds with joy over what is about to happen next. One of them cannot stop barking. I wonder if the neighbors can hear.
We make our way outside. I open the gate …