Cold, gold morning
It is cold, around 40 F in my little RV, my office, where I sit at the keyboard here. The sky was a muted amber in the east when I woke, and I've watched it go brighter and brighter, until finally light struck through the leaves that survived the snowfall this week, like lanterns in the trees... and then suddenly, there, brilliant and sharp, the sun rising in a clear golden sky. I suppose it is a kind of racial memory thing, that relief that I feel when the sun appears again, that elation that... Sign in to see full entry.