For those who are paying attention, you'll will have noticed the incongruent jumps in sunrise times at the top of my posts. That's what happens when I travel, even short distances.
Sunrise in Boston today was officially 6:54.
In Middlebury VT it was 7:04.
And here in Hampden, Maine it was 6:47.
In fact, when you think of it, the sun is constantly in a state of rising somewhere. And so are we, getting up to meet the day, somewhere on the Earth.
Nice to be home. Since September 25th, the last 18 mornings, I have changed location 13 times. On the one hand it has kept me preoccupied, entertained, busy with activity and logistics. On the other hand, I will be happy to sit still for a while, even if it means some lonely moments in this empty nest.
These morning walks and contemplations have been extraordinarily useful as a thread of peaceful consistency amidst the uprootedness.
My dad used to travel a lot when I was a kid. A week here, a few days there, breakfast in one city, dinner in another. Home - away - overseas - home - back in the race. Some thrive on it, as I think he did. I don't know how long I would last without some down time.
Frost was present in sizable patches over the grass today. There is an icy chill to the mist that hovers over the pond; the cattails are running to seed. Our three dogs were thrilled to be home (though really, it's hard to distinguish from their every day thrill).
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