5:30 a.m. Pre-coffee brain functions on ritual. Bathroom. Feed cats. Fire woodstove. Finally fix coffee. Silently ask “What’s next?” Impulse is called up by a tick of rain against the house. Puffy jacket, knit cap. Coffee in hand, I slip out the back door into stormy darkness vaguely illuminated by overflow lighting spilling from this small city.
Near-Solstice Storm
Near-Solstice Storm
Near-Solstice Storm
5:30 a.m. Pre-coffee brain functions on ritual. Bathroom. Feed cats. Fire woodstove. Finally fix coffee. Silently ask “What’s next?” Impulse is called up by a tick of rain against the house. Puffy jacket, knit cap. Coffee in hand, I slip out the back door into stormy darkness vaguely illuminated by overflow lighting spilling from this small city.