The early morning hours are my most productive; quiet industry at my desk, with a lit candle and soft classical music. Then, just before the break of dawn stars, still shimmering in the sky, I go out-of-doors and build a campfire and wait, ready to continue my train of thought with pen and pad in hand. Slowly, the first light of day softly spreads upon the page. The fresh air and note of the first songbird make the moment all but divine. And, it is here, under the heavens of a new day, I find my greatest inspiration. Quite an irony isn’t it, so different from the clutter and congestion of my desk. Makes me wonder how Cedric was birthed.

“I study with the birds, flowers, God and myself.” Antonin Dvorak