Before the Sun

It’s still dark outside.
But I know this will be a good day.

I’m awake—
and more importantly, my brain is awake.
(If you’ve ever had chemo fog, you know that’s headline-worthy news.)

I can hear it churning again,
where sometimes there’s been nothing but silence.
Thoughts forming, sparks flickering,
that little hum of life coming back online.

The air feels almost electric—
like the world is holding its breath
waiting for me to exhale.

It’s still dark outside.
But I feel alive.

And that, my friends,
is how you know the light’s already winning.