Saturday, December 15, 2012

Early light

I stretch in the dark, extending each finger, each toe. I watch the light bleeding in through the edge of the curtains, listening as a train rolls by in the distance. I begin to think of my day. Coffee, food, work, eating enough fruits and vegetables. 

I pull on socks, shoes, a jacket. Stretch again before going outside. It's early and quiet; only dogs and joggers pass. A winter bird dances in a tree above me. I try to remember my dream, but it breaks apart like smoke. I don't remember what woke me. I don't remember the feeling. The world is new, and getting brighter.




6 comments:

  1. Kaunis teksti. Minun työmatkani varrella on eräs pensas, jossa varpuset tanssivat aina isoina parvina. Se on jotenkin liikuttavaa ja ihanaa. Ja kaupunki on muuten parhaimmillaan noin, aamuvarhain.

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    1. Hei, kiva nähdä sinut täällä! Varpuset tosiaan ovat liikuttavia pieniä palleroita näin talvisin. Ja aamuissa on taikaa!
      Tsirp!

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  2. This is beautiful! I'm just catching up on this project now and love it. Stunning in every way.

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    1. Hello Jane and welcome! Thank you for your lovely words.

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  3. Oh gosh, I had no idea you were involved in another blog. What a wonderful concept and, of course, beautifully executed. I'm subscribing! I love the juxtaposition of photo and language.

    The fence photo is lovely - those folks should have used galvanized nails, yo! But then, we wouldn't have nature's tears cascading down her wall.

    This is stunning: "A winter bird dances in a tree above me. I try to remember my dream, but it breaks apart like smoke."

    Looking forward to perusing the archive and reading new posts. Thank you.

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    1. Thank you! I'm glad you like the blog! (Susanna's glad too, of course!) xo

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