I woke a little after four this
morning to wind jostling blinds at my open windows.
Wind has a presence. That presence came through the open windows
and stood there beside my bed, nudging at my bare shoulder.
Unable to fall back to sleep, I
slipped into my robe and wobbled outside to stand on my back deck.
Stars yet glimmered above me. But all along mountainous horizon to the
north and east, first light had scrubbed clean the stars and left behind an
empty gray slate.
Half of the Big Dipper was gone.
It is said that one day the Sun will
grow huge. On that day, the Earth will
open like a book and light will scour it clean of all that is not
essential.
Early risers will be first to go.
--Mitchell Hegman
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