There is a fog on this early morning, straining light and mornings coming. Saving time, as in daylight, also delays the light and pushes my morning walk back so that I might not trip over the things that lay hidden in the saving of light. I wish we could save light, as Jim might say, “in a bottle”, but light is as fleeting as life, come this morning and by evening used up. A bottle of light would be a saving grace, sold in a six-pack, no reason to retool our industry, and popped open at any dark moment along the path or looking for our lost sock under the bed. Pop the top again would really mean something then, light at our beck and call. Alas, this silly thought must come to a close. I have pushed walking back as far as I dare. I must go and allow the light to come, bottled up now in earth’s shadow but soon enough, thank God, will pop the top of the eastern sky. Bottoms up!
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