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.
Daily short takes from an Appalachian hollow
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.
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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.
Yeah, it was almost worth skipping sleep for. Instead, I had weird dreams about conversing with ghosts.