Everything is fresh. The sunrise from my porch is a gentle creep of gold over a sky of uniform grey. The dark sillouhettes of my evergreens crowd around trying to shelter me from the largeness of the sky. Above them, like a queen, Diana's bow is perched - the crescent moon - huntress in her chariot, a thin sliver of silver. This, with hot coffee, and the prospect of yoga class within the hour, is invigorating. I love living alone.
Tue, October 17, 2006 - 7:18 AM
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