Saturday, November 17, 2012

rise







Standing in the quiet.  In the cold.  Just before full light.  I waited all week for this as I flew past the misty bay, past bare fields and frost and low fog and sunrises.  It was just as I had hoped.  Then I came home to hot coffee, toast and jam, cheese, all of which I ate in stocking feet while still wearing my hat and coat.

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