I'm leaving for work,
early morning. Why, it's barely light out. I need to head to Chicago today: other roads than these.
Storm clouds rolled in yesterday during the day, steely cold. It drizzled, tried to rain. Coldness wrapped us up like a blanket. After such a bright start to the day.
It is not frost on the windshield of the pick-up this morning - but it very nearly could be. A cold, grey-blue blanket lays over us still.
Out in the country, there is a ring of rosiness around the rim of earth this morning. A bank of hard silver clouds beneath the rosiness to the west and northwest. Blue sky above. Just the very flaming edge of sun touching the top of clouds to the east.
One cloud to the west blocks out the middle part of a tower only a mile away. The clouds are close indeed. As I approach Five Corners, I am starting to drive under them, just as I did yesterday.
Then the sun bursts into view with intense joy. Crows play tag at the south edge of Ripon. Is that all they have to do? You can play, but you cannot stay away from duty.
Changing the time I'm driving to work has changed my rhythm. It is in a different key this morning, this song we all are part of.
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