It's not six yet when I get home from the gym. The interior of the house glows in the pre-dawn gloaming. The lights are on in the kitchen and I think for a sec that I forgot to turn them off before I left, but when I come through the door there is a full stillness, like breathing. I go back. On the red couch, a tussle of blond hair hovers over a book. A ten year old's body curled in concentration, a soul held in suspense. I know this moment in my own life. And I envy this first taste of new worlds without maps.