Pre-dawn sit, just me, at my brother-in-law’s. I look out the window and focus on stubble, Indiana fields that I cannot yet see. The black sky fades to gray. An underlying blue starts to appear, as the eye goes down to the horizon, growing lighter as the clock ticks, and the underlying blue brightens Eventually the sky turns yellow, then a light yellow orange, to herald the unrisen sun. Black inscriptions appear on the horizon from the distant bare trees It’s not darkest before the dawn.