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Its easy to live in the moment when youre immersed in Ackermans glorious prose.Washington Post

In an eye-opening sequence of personal meditations through the cycle of seasons, one of our most celebrated storyteller-poet-naturalists awakens us to the world at dawn. Diane Ackerman draws from sources as diverse as meteorology, world religion, etymology, art history, and poetry in order to celebrate that moment in which the deepest arcades of life and matter become visible. From spring in Ithaca, New York, to winter in Palm Beach, Florida, Dawn Light is an impassioned call to revel in our numbered days on a turning earth. A Los Angeles Times Favorite Book, Booklist Editors Choice Award, Spirituality and Practice Best of 2009, Library Corner Best of List, and San Francisco Chronicle Best Book of 2009. 8 pages four-color illustrations

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DAWN LIGHT
A LSO BY D IANE A CKERMAN

The Zookeepers Wife

An Alchemy of Mind

Cultivating Delight

Origami Bridges

Deep Play

I Praise My Destroyer

A Slender Thread

The Rarest of the Rare

A Natural History of the Senses

A Natural History of Love

Jaguar of Sweet Laughter

Reverse Thunder

On Extended Wings

Lady Faustus

Twilight of the Tenderfoot

Wife of Light

The Planets: A Cosmic Pastoral

F OR C HILDREN

Animal Sense

Monk Seal Hideaway

Bats: Shadows in the Night

DAWN LIGHT

D ANCING WITH C RANES AND
O THER W AYS TO S TART THE D AY

Diane Ackerman

W. W. NORTON & COMPANY
NEW YORK LONDON

Copyright 2009 by Diane Ackerman

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ISBN: 978-0-393-07693-6

For my mother,
who always found time to marvel,
and who once described sunrise
in Kowloon Bay with such relish
that I can picture it even now

CONTENTS

This grand show is eternal. It is always sunrise somewhere; the dew is never all dried at once; a shower is forever falling; vapor is ever rising.
Eternal sunrise, eternal sunset, eternal dawn and gloaming, on sea and continents and islands, each in its turn, as the round earth rolls.

JOHN MUIR

This world of ours
To what shall I compare it?
To the white waves of a boat
That disappear without trace
As it rows away at dawn.

SHAMI MANSEI ,
EIGHTH CENTURY

PROLOGUE

A DAWNING PLEASURE

A T DAWN, THE WORLD RISES out of darkness, slowly, sense-grain by grain, as if from sleep. Life becomes visible once again. When it is dark, it seems to me as if I were dying, and I cant think anymore, Claude Monet once lamented. More light! Goethe begged from his deathbed. Dawn is the wellspring of more light, the origin of our first to last days as we roll in space, over 6.684 billion of us in one global petri dish, shot through with sunlight, in our cells, in our minds, in our myriad metaphors of rebirth, in all the extensions to our senses that we create to enlighten our days and navigate our nights.

Thanks to electricity, night doesnt last as long now, nor is it as dark as it used to be, so its hard to imagine the terror of our ancestors waiting for daybreak. On starless nights, one can feel like a loose array of limbs and purpose, and seem smaller, limited to what one can touch. In the dark, its hard to tell friend from foe. Night-roaming predators may stalk us. Reminded of all our delectable frailities, we become vulnerable as prey. What courage it must have taken our ancestors to lie down in darkness and become helpless, invisible, and delusional for eight hours. Graceful animals stole through the forest shadows by night, forbidding, distorted, maybe even ghoulish or magical. Small wonder we personalized the night with demons. Eventually, people were willing to sacrifice anythingwealth, power, even childrento ransom the sun, immense with life, a one-eyed god who fed their crops, led their travels, chased the demons from their dark, rekindled their lives.

Whatever else it is, dawn is always a rebirth, a fresh start, even if familiar routines and worries charge in clamoring for attention. While waking, we veer between dreamy and lucid (from the Latin lux, light). Crossing that threshold each morning, we step across worlds, half a mind turned inward, the other half growing aware. Im still a little groggy, we say, the eighteenth-century word for being drunk on rum. Its a time of epic uncertainty and vulnerability, as we surface from disorienting dreams and the blindness of keeping eyes shut for many hours. As the eyelids rise to flickering light and the dimly visible, its easy to forget where we are, even what we are. Then everything shines. Paths grow easier to see, food easier to spot, jobs easier to tackle with renewed vigor. In rising light, doors and bridges become eye-catching. We may use all our other senses in the dark, but to see we need the sun spilling over the horizon, highlighting everything and pouring a thick yellow vitamin into our eyes. Were usually too hurried to savor the elemental in our lives: the reeling sun, moon, and stars; prophecy of clouds; ruckus of birdsong; moss brightly blooming; moon shadows and dew; omens of autumn in late summer; fizzy air before a storm; wind chime of leaves; fellowship of dawn and dusk. Yet we abide by forces so old weve lost the taste of their spell. Its as survivors that we greet each day.

When the sun fades in winter, were instinctively driven to heights of craft and ingenuity. In the Northeast, rising humans slip from their quilted night-nests and keep warm in heat gusted by fires trapped in metal boxes. Sometimes they venture out wearing a medley of other life-forms: sap from rubber trees attached to the feet; soft belly hair from Mideastern goats wrapped around the head; pummeled cowskin fitted over the fingers; and, padding chest and torso, layers of long thick-walled plant cells humans find indigestible but insulating and plants use to buttress their delicate tissuesthat is, galoshes, wool, leather gloves, and cotton underwear. Some humans go walking, jogging, or bikingto suck more oxygen from the airwhich lubricates their joints, shovels fuel into their cells, and rouses their dozy senses. Some of us migrate south like elk or hummingbirds.

Right around Charleston, South Carolina, morning begins to change its mood, winter brings a chill but doesnt roll up your socks, and the sun boils over the horizon a moment sooner, because the planet swells a smidgeon there, just enough for pecan light at dawn, snapdragons and camellias too dew-sodden to float scent, and birds tuning their pipes, right on schedule, for a chatterbox chorale.

By January, the northern bird chorus has flown to cucaracha-villeor, if you prefer it anglicized, palmetto-bug-villewhere swarming insects and other lowlife feed flocks of avian visitors. There they join many of the upright apes they left behind: snow birds who also migrate to the land of broiling noons. We may travel far in winter, but our birds travel with us.

Painting its own time zone, its own climate, dawn is a land of petrified forests and sleeping beauties, when dry leaves, hardened by frozen dew, become ghost hands, and deer slouch through the woods, waiting for their food to defrost. Part of the great parentheses of our lives, dawn summons us to a world alive and death-defying, when the deepest arcades of life and matter beckon. Then, as if a lamp were switched on in a dark room, nature grows crisply visible, including our own nature, ghostly hands, and fine sediment of days.

DAWN MOTHER

W E SAY THE DAY DAWNS when the suns leading edge floats over the horizon, or when we wake, or when any truth becomes known, or when the sky brightens enough to dispel demons, vampires, trolls, and other light-hating villains. Women used to be named Dawn as a charm to protect them against evil. Mata Hari, the stage name of infamous Dutch actress, courtesan, and spy Margaretha Geertruida Zelle (18761917), means the eye of the day (from the Malay mata, eye, and hari, dawn, day). English for days eye is daisy, the flower whose petals open at dawn and close at twilight. But many nuances of dawn lighten our world.

The dawn that banishes evil spirits is astronomical dawn, well before sunrise when, technically, the sun dangles 18 degrees below the horizon. Then comes nautical dawn, when the horizon and some objects become visible but the sun still hangs 12 degrees below the horizon. In civil dawn, the final hour before sunrise, the sun rides only 6 degrees below the horizon, high enough to clarify objects, emblazon the sky with light, and allow work to begin. And theres the farmers friend, rooster dawn. The ancient Romans divided the day into sixteen pieces of one and a half hours each beginning at midnight. Roosters crowed in the third watch, the diliculum, or morning twilight, which gives us our word dawn.

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