On love and impermanence

July 26, 2012 Uncategorized

I’ve gotten up early, before the sun has crested the mountains and while my nineteen other relatives, gathered together from both coasts and the plains in between, are still slumbering throughout the house. The peace is mine alone to savor. I brew coffee while staring through the kitchen window to catch the exact moment that the light will peak over the Marshall range with enough brightness to burn an afterimage, officially announcing itself risen.