He was weak but no more, flew low but no more. Now he is heavy and strong, grounded and logical. He thinks on a higher plain. He is a bird with aspirations of being a man.
This is the magic hour, when one can see the borders between the light and the darkness. When the world is both awake and asleep at the same time . When logic turns to dust and magic becomes concrete.
It is great that everyday is a new day. A chance to start over and undo the mistakes of yesterday. A chance to create new dreams and provide new hope. The new start starts with the sunrise and ends with the actions you take. Let us be happy, everyday is a new day.