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Welcome Gray Morning

August 29, 2019

It is a gray morning.

The rain’s incessant splattering on the wooden deck

And the trees and camp roof and lake

Is the soundtrack for my wonderings

The background music for my noticing

Insistently bringing me back to the now.


People lament rainy days.

Especially on vacation.

I get it.

But something in me needs the

Occasional gray morning

With nothing to do

But sit in silence.

Flirting with a Fawn

Flirting with a Fawn

Checking My Texts

Checking My Texts