Waiting for the sun
Leaves are falling off the backyard maple like winos off the drunk wagon. The morning temperature requires pants. And the sun doesn’t peek over the Sandias until shortly after 8:30, which is far too late for enlightenment, because I’ve already scanned the news by then. Case in point: In the dark, over coffee, I learned … Continue reading Waiting for the sun
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