Category: Thoughts Out Of Season

The moon is so bright this morning, I could pound nails in the dark without striking a finger. I just fired-up the old wood stove to help dispel the chill from the early morning desert air. It’s an old coal potbelly…

A gentle rain patters across the matted grass, as the black of night’s darkness gives way to the Dawning of the day.

5:22 am… I leave now the place of my birth, the home of my youth, and throw myself into the open arms of the World…

4:08 am… Morning air so crisp and pure, unspoiled by the harshness of the day, still moist and alive with life, outside the grip of Sun’s blazing rays. I closed my eyes just for a moment, just long enough for…

4:46 am… Ah, yes… the birds. As my eyes come clean from evening’s darkness, I am greeted by those sweet feathered morning minstrels who fill my Dawn with song!

6:03 am… The morning Earth consumes my midnight dreams as my mind slowly rises above the golden subconscious horizon…

4:38 am… I’m finding it difficult waking up under this roof again. Them birds out in the black beginnings of dawn have the right idea. The cool dampness of the morning beckons me to go outside. You only get so…

6:59 am… I’m feeling very much alive and well this fine morning. I went for an early morning ride out in the country. The wind and sky greeted the dawn with open arms. Gentry and hipsters may rule the houses…