If you travel West from the Midwest dawn comes easy.
And if the small but promising Sutter Creek(where California gold was first discovered) is running low and gently ambient over exposed rocks just a stone's throw from your open bedroom window then that too will wake you gently, along with the bird song, to the morning which you'll sip in all alone, having pulled your heavy Chicago winter coat from the boot of the rental (because now you need it), perched on the deck surrounded by the rich oxygen of forested places, your mother sleeping heavily somewhere inside, and probably for quite a little while longer now.
Breathing in the morning.
Posting by cameraphone from my mom's place in Sutter Creek, CA
Friday, April 04, 2008
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2 comments:
Heh. You said boot. You're so international.
yeah -- it was a hybrid -- so I took liberties. ;)
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