Photo by Teri Lain Like the true recluse, I enjoy the morning in its darkest hours, seeing, smelling and tasting what blissful miracles it has to offer. Like the polite, well-mannered gentlewoman, I do nothing during those night morning hours, in fear of waking and offending those who sleep walk.
I feel like the last two months, Ive been stuck inside a giant snowglobe… Me: *Pounds on imaginary glass in the middle of the parking lot, like an insane mime.* “Stupid, giant snowglobe people! Stop turning my life upside down and shaking it, and let me out already!”