I’m going to school in the dark again. When I leave home at 7 a.m., the sky above my head is middle-of-the-night blue, with stars. To the east, a faint rim of paler, smoky blue lies behind the still-leafless trees. Along the way, mist lies heavy and soft in low fields; the stars fade. When I step out of the car at school, morning is inching up into the sky. Above the low, shallow bowl of the sports fields, filled with creamy mist, a stripe of soft apricot edges the eastern horizon. The air is still, no wind. And quiet, no kids yet. It’s going to be a beautiful day.