Thursday September 23, 2010

Thick fog at daybreak, as if the bright moon of 2am had spread a kind of mildew over the mountain. Train whistle. A nuthatch’s nasal call.


  1. What a moon it was last night! We had a perfect nighttime cloud pattern to accompany the light. Thanks again for taking me away from my daytime reality for a few moments.

    1. Yeah, it was almost worth skipping sleep for. Instead, I had weird dreams about conversing with ghosts.

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