Wednesday, March 7, 2012

Morning

I have grown familiar with the morning sounds my house makes as I sit in the Hawk's Nest to write. The east wall pops as the sun warms its bones. The southern window snaps a bit as it relaxes into its frame for the day after hours of standing rigid in the cold. The clock strikes the hour and the half hour to remind me that there is a world beyond this window.

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