We awoke before dawn this day and whispered our good mornings, entwining our fingers with leg thrown over leg, our sleepy minds slowly giving thought to the day ahead. The window's view before us gave shape as the dawn began to rise, rows of dark spires, mostly young redwood peaks, swathed in grey velvet scarves, shifting but not yet thinning as the morning fog slowly rolled around and down our coastal canyon. Silently, we rose and dressed.
Once outside, the damp fog swaddled…Continue
Added by Anna Herrington on June 7, 2012 at 1:00pm — No Comments