I was up and out walking at 3:35am this when I heard the first bird song of the morning, at least in this area. Thoughts started to rise about how that must feel. Total silence, and then you sing out.
But then I realized we all know that feeling. Being the one. The person who takes the first step towards another, towards solving the problem or righting what we perceive as wrong, saying what needs to be said when it needs to be said. Or defending the defenseless, and standing apart from all others because you know what you know, and being the only friend of one who had none.
If you are a “first person” type, I hope you hold that closely and cherish it.
Take care of you and all you love.