In the calm of an early morning such as this, dust
lingers in the air above my country road and catches like gray scarves in the
nearby long-needle pines. In the calm of
an early morning, you can hear your own thoughts as they tumble from synapse to
synapse. In the calm, babies sleep late
and soldiers return home from war.
On a morning like this, I remember how my wife and I
once ate saffron flowers and dandelion rosettes for breakfast.
In the calm of early morning, I am what I am.
I am calm.
--Mitchell
Hegman
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