The Morning Porch

November 15, 2024 by Dave Bonta

Every morning should come with fog like this, and the leftovers of an all-night rain still dripping onto the porch roof, and bright lichen on dark bark, and chickadees.

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Sarah Russell

November 15, 2024 at 11:16 am

I can see it all, and it’s lovely! Thanks, Dave.
- Dave Bonta
  
  November 16, 2024 at 6:52 pm
  
  Hi Sarah! Glad that hit the spot.

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