Finally got the pre-dawn routine to feel like a cockpit again

Up at 4:30 like the old days, coffee brewed, weather checked, and I sat down with the logbook I've kept since my first solo. I spent an hour rewriting the margins with notes I never bothered to put in at the time — what the light looked like, who laughed at something stupid in the jump seat. It's not much, but it's mine, and the house is quiet enough that I can hear the pages turn.