Monday, February 6, 2012

January 31, 2012

It's one of those mornings when it looks like the world is wrapped in a gray flannel sheet. There is no dimensional quality to the view beyond Mare Island. The birds are silent and still except for the occasional crow. He flies along the marshes, but even he has silenced his voice in honor of the quiet morning.

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