08 January 2015
quiet. early. and morning.
it is quiet. early. and morning.
i love it.
the heater just clicked on.
the dogs are curled up.
the dark still cradles the coast.
as much as i can loathe the darkest days of winter, where nothing feels right and your body feels off, there is something soft and sweet about the light that pours from the january sky. from the first light through dusk, it has a muted yellow to it that brushes my skin sweetly, softly, like the eyelashes of a baby.
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