Brief Pause. Sunrise.

Driving into Greensboro this morning, I pull over at the lake. The mist is suffused with crimson from the rising sun. I have the odd sensation I’m walking in an Impressionist painting, shot-through with sunlight and wet, rising dew. A pink bird dips into the water, and I hurry along the frozen shore, wondering at this odd creature.

The bird is a common, ordinary seagull, floating along in this morning, just like me. Thursday morning.

The bottoms of my shoes

are clean

from walking in the rain.”

— Jack Kerouac

8 thoughts on “Brief Pause. Sunrise.

  1. Wow! This is when I remind myself to drive over to Silver Lake early some morning. Fall mornings on lakes can’t be beat. This is other-worldly. I wish I could paint something half so magical.

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