Sunday, November 12, 2017

SUNDAY MORNING IN NOVEMBER...



Mick and me at 4:30 a.m., Sunday morning... I wonder how 27 degrees can feel so mild...

Over our heads the sky is wrapped in soft strips of star-sequinned cloud, like the biblical Salome's seven veils; pinned with a slender moon crescent...


Bare trees stand tall in the moonlight; there is no breeze at all; and no sound...


Mick walks quiet beside me, taking his time...


It seems the day, when it rises, might be a fine one.