My brain is all over the place this morning. I'm on the deck, covered in damp fog, moving fast. Clouds are settling soft. Maybe a sunrise...So much peace and beauty... Sounds below... Roosters, a woodpecker, dogs, cars, silence, a humming motor. Two black crows glide by:
Below, expanses of frozen green grass, dormant. Bare trees salute the blue sky. Where or where is the sun? Glowing light through the clouds. Pretty. I know you're there. Come on...
No drama this morning, just pure, golden light.
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