This, the twilight of a new day, is my favorite time. All the burrows and nests are full, and a decided calm has come over everything. During these quiet minutes, I can chart my path and reflect on all that remains to be mine.
In the blushing light around me, the world is
reinventing itself in shades of blue. As the first real light appears, all that
surrounds me will be given over to the songbirds, and the day will righteously
begin. But for now, this is mine.
—Mitchell Hegman
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