February 1st 2016

Last night as I fell asleep my heart stuttered arrhythmically as if I tumbled on a disturbed ocean. My dreams were a swirl of colors—green, blues and turquoise. I awoke to the waters of our backyard brook, the bed is just three steps or so behind our back door.

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mists
····rising from snow—the evergreens also
········lost

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A strange thing weariness makes the world weary with us. If the sunrise had seemed beautiful before, the next morning is tinged with sorrow.

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The sunlight strikes the tops of the evergreens first and is especially beautiful when elsewhere is grey, green and white. The first day of February, the shortest month, the quietest, and the most unassuming.

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87 February 1st 2016 | bottlecap

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