Waking from my dream world into another dream world, I am greeted by the sun. I lay motionless under the covers and listen to birds sing. A cool summer air mass descends from Canada and pushes its way through my open window. I lay comfortably in an endless moment of pleasure, breath deeply to freeze frame the moment, then watch the sun fill my bedroom with light.

The rising sun is a trick, a sleight of hand, an illusion. The earth spins, like the particles from which it and I are made. Our bodies, a galaxy of spinning particles inextricably woven by unseen forces, are in a constant state of motion. We all spin. We are always in motion. Every moment of our conscious and unconscious existence is in motion and we are surrounded by motion. I lay in bed in awe, motionless, and experience the quiet realization that I’m buzzing alive in a frenzy of subatomic activity as the earth rolls into a new day. It’s time to move. It’s time to live. Good morning world.