The horizon is bright, high, blue and white, features hidden in layers of cotton. Where I live you cannot see this blue from the ground, the variations of it, the transition from bright to dark and back. I think I … Continue reading →
Awake: cannot sleep. The deck beckons; I am rapt. Hello, Polaris.
A Cheshire Cat moon smiling in the western sky; my evening brightens. (top: shadowness.com; bottom: panoramio.com)
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