The Morning Porch

A flat white sky, against which the cackling silhouettes of pileated woodpeckers flap and dive. My nostrils prickle with the smell of rain.

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this is stunning, brilliant

Thanks! This is one that I held off on writing for a couple hours — the prolonged percolation might’ve helped.

I agree. The last week of posts are especially illuminating and vivid. Your ability to capture the essence of the moment in a few words inspires me to try for that clarity.

Thank you. It’s good to know you’re finding some sparks here to light your own fires.

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On This Day

December 28, 2024

The tiny, second-string leaves the lilac put out in September have yellowed, glowing in the fog and drizzle like the bright chirps of sparrows.

December 28, 2023

Sun almost shining through the fog. A winter wren warbles from the marsh. Up by the garage, bluebirds. It feels like March, with December light.

December 28, 2022

Thin clouds at sunrise with the blue just visible, like faded jeans. A crow has a brief exchange with his echo.

December 28, 2020

Two degrees above freezing, but it feels balmy. I try to guess the sun’s position by the relative brightness of thin spots in the clouds.

December 28, 2019

After days of a heavy inversion layer, it’s quiet at last. The snow’s gone. From a hole in the yard I can hear water trickling…

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