morning has broken on the great bay.
“for whatever we lose (like a you or a me),
It’s always our self we find in the sea.”
great bay, portsmouth, new hampshire
something about this reminds me of me with my morning coffee.
“without coffee, nothing gets written. period.”
nothing like waking up early
sipping a warm cup of strong coffee
chewing on something that seems like a berry
your brain catching up
why there is a berry in your cup
because you don’t normally
add berries to your coffee
and you spit it out
only to discover
that it was really a random giant ant not a berry
who climbed into your cup
in the time it took you to walk out of the room and back
and you have unwittingly shared your coffee with him
and he, with you.
“it is not enough to be busy. so are the ants. the question is: what are we busy about?”
-henry david thoreau
(joey, a well-paid reenactor thoughtfully demonstrating how tired i was)
“maybe if you go to bed you’ll feel better in the morning”
is literally just the human version of
“have you tried turning it off and back on again?”
– word porn
image credit: emgn
and what better reason to wake up early?
“i can’t seem to shake waking up early.”
at sleeping bear dunes national lakeshore,
glen lake, empire, mi, usa
waking up on the lake
“it’s morning, and again I am that lucky person who is in it…..”
-mary oliver, the hummingbird
the quiet calm.
“the next morning dawned bright and sweet, like ribbon candy.”
― sarah addison allen, – Garden Spells