February 2012

The Morning Porch is on hiatus until March 6. Feel free to leave your own front-porch observations in the comments.

Blue sky. The snow has retreated to the northwest-facing hillside under the shelter of the trees. A train’s whistle made wavery by the wind.

Out before dawn, I hear nothing but the drip of melting snow, gaze at a photographic-negative version of the woods: light ground, black sky.