Wednesday, September 28, 2011

night touches morning

I'm up in the place where night touches morning, and I can't decide whether to make granola or go back to bed.

I'm enjoying the change of seasons in this season of change. And for the moment, I'm just listening to the rain.

This is the time that comes before. I'll be here until I'm there.

1 comment:

::The Beetle Shack:: said...

stunning photo.

i'm loving this joyful space you have created.

xo em