The Morning Porch

December 19, 2011December 19, 2011 by Dave Bonta

Cold with a heavy inversion layer. While traffic roars over the ridge to the west, the sun clears the eastern ridge, a silent howl of light.

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Larry Ayers

December 19, 2011 at 5:17 pm

Cool, Dave! I want to read what Luisa does with it!
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earlybird

December 20, 2011 at 3:06 am

love this: ‘a silent howl of light’
- Dave Bonta
  
  December 20, 2011 at 10:01 am
  
  Thanks! I was worried it might be too over-the-top.

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