morning

Heading north on Saturday morning. It was cold and dark when I left home, wished I was still in bed. But then the sun started to rise in the east, and the morning in pastel began. The color of the snow went through its usual changes, dark blue to light blue to green to white. The moon, like mother of pearl, floating through the western sky with the planet Saturn. Alpenglow, shimmering on the Adirondacks far to the west. Crows, silhouetted against the golden morning light high in the sky overhead.

I'm awake; I'm in the world-
I expect no further assurance.
Louise Gluck
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