Here and There

Saturday, February 12, 2011

Orange Morning, Gray Morning

The light in the kitchen in the morning is helpful.  When we wake up so early that it's dark I squint.  But when we wake up a little later and the kitchen is full of sun I don't.  That's easy to appreciate.

The magnolias and the cherry trees are blooming everywhere.  The oranges are sweeter than I ever remember.  I was listening to Townes Van Zandt and Weezer and Ladysmith Black Mambazo and feeling overwhelmed with gratitude for the music, for the oranges, for the sun.  Then, driving alone and remembering how sprinklers come on in the early morning and how soft gray it can be, the sound and the sprinklers adding to the dew.  Let nothing be lost on me!  I beg.  Even the dawn, even the cold.

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