“It is at the edge of a petal that love waits.”
~William Carlos Williams
I’m sitting in bed sipping coffee. My eyes are drawn to the window toward the eastern sky where the sun will soon rise, and I am overcome.
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The power will be out for a number hours today; the hydro company is doing something in the area. I had planned on using the time to shoot photos but Gerry has asked to borrow my tripod to take on a hike. Instead, I’m going to settle in and work on a writing project that’s tied to a series of my photographs. If the house gets too cool I’ll head to what was once my regular writing haunt–Starbucks. Maybe I’ll go there anyway. There’s something wonderful about writing there.