Tag: morning
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March 1, 2022
Early morning, up north at the cabin. Every time I look at this picture and see the trees, the lake, the moon, I think of a quote from E. B. White: “All I hope to say in books, all that I ever hope to say, is that I love the world.” Yes. That. Good morning.…
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August 9, 2018
August Haiku Early morning and dark; I open the window. Cricket song comes in. Reactions: 484 Comments: 7 Original Post
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April 27, 2017
Why do I get up so early in the morning? This is a question that I ask myself often—usually when I’m standing in front of the coffee-maker, bleary-eyed and squinting into the grey light of dawn. I get up early so that I can write before I do anything else, before I can talk myself…
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February 16, 2017
How the typical morning goes around here: wake up at 5:30, stumble downstairs, pour a cup of coffee, walk into the office, sit down at my desk, write two pages, pour more coffee, go back upstairs, write in the journal, read poetry; and then, after the poetry, read a few Peanuts strips. Here is the…
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September 9, 2014
I spent all of yesterday morning working. I pushed myself and pushed myself until I couldn’t push anymore. And then I went outside and sat on the front steps and put my face up to the sun. A monarch butterfly flew past me and landed on a nearby flower. I got up off the steps…
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April 8, 2014
Saturday, the fifth of April, a few minutes after nine in the morning: snow on the ground, bright blue sky above and I am walking to a friend’s house. I look up just in time to see a whole flock of finches flying by. Their bellies are yellow, lit up with feathers and morning light.…