Category: Thoughts Out Of Season

In the coolness of the desert morning my love she calls to me, awake! awake! awake! my love, for the day is ours to see!

4:05 AM… The desert is glowing bright as day in response to Moonlight’s loving gaze, as the dry grasses rattle in rhythmic rhyme, dancing in a sort of wild celebration of the early morning air.

The moon is so bright this morning, I could pound nails in the dark without striking a finger. I just fired-up the old wood stove to help dispel the chill from the early morning desert air. It’s an old coal potbelly…

A gentle rain patters across the matted grass, as the black of night’s darkness gives way to the Dawning of the day.

5:22 am… I leave now the place of my birth, the home of my youth, and throw myself into the open arms of the World…

4:08 am… Morning air so crisp and pure, unspoiled by the harshness of the day, still moist and alive with life, outside the grip of Sun’s blazing rays. I closed my eyes just for a moment, just long enough for…

4:46 am… Ah, yes… the birds. As my eyes come clean from evening’s darkness, I am greeted by those sweet feathered morning minstrels who fill my Dawn with song!

6:03 am… The morning Earth consumes my midnight dreams as my mind slowly rises above the golden subconscious horizon…