Every year as we inch closer to the longest day of the year, it astonishes me how early the sun comes up on the farm. It’s nearly impossible for me to sleep past 5:30am at the moment. Some days, instead of fighting the urge to be awake, I get up and go outside to see what happens on the farm that early. I already know that the rooster crows because I can hear him, but what are the other animals doing at that hour? The other day I went to see the horses at the crack of dawn, and they pretty much looked the same as they always do, apart from being bathed in the most extraordinary light. Perhaps I’ll join them to watch the sun rise more often.