Longer daze...

Up long before the crack of dawn this morning. Read a lot, and went for a long walk with Lucy just as soon as it got light enough to see so we wouldn't fall off the ridge. Perfect morning: clear as a bell, cold and still. The woods had that smell you only get for a couple of days in the fall, kind of peaty. And then the sun rose over the east ridge, blood orange and blasting through the thinned woods. All the leaves on the trees, the undergrowth, and the ground, were flooded by the new sun; for a few moments everything looked gold plated, the trees solid black contrasting lines woven in the light. The backlit east ridge was all shades of purple from eggplant to a pale lavender. Minutes later, when the sun is high enough, its all gone.

And now it's inky black night, and late-ish, and I'm tired and can't connect the dots or say anything remotely entertaining or profound. Tomorrow I'll work in my studio, beginning what I hope to be a whole weekend of making.

Have a great evening. Maybe I'll have something better tomorrow...