Waiting for the Light of Spring
Spring is coming. The clouds look like a thin, worn blanket frayed at the edges and have several holes that permit patches of brilliant blue to show.
Spring is coming. The clouds look like a thin, worn blanket frayed at the edges and have several holes that permit patches of brilliant blue to show.
It’s very November-y today. Leaves carpet the ground in a thick rustling layer, revealing bare branches above. There’s a bite to the air portending future colder days.
I have always been an early riser. I find that I am not alone. There is a morning tribe.