dream walkings

1996 Spring, Texas

It has been a long time since I have had to get anywhere early enough to see the sun come up. As much as I detest getting up early, I was rewarded this day by the quiet grace of the pre-dawn morning. The sun not yet seen already washing the sky with color. The horizon was as vivid as cranberry juice, fading up into brilliant blue. No clouds were to be seen, only a few brilliant stars shining like diamonds high in the dark blue morning sky. As I made my way down the main thoroughfare, alternately passing cow pastures, waterways, and service stations, the fog hung like a transparent curtain low to the ground. Looking decidedly like what I imagine the English countryside does early in the morning. Stirring up images of a lone Highwayman on his giant black steed charging through the mist.

Not another soul in sight, how easily the dawn made me forget the hustle and bustle of the city not too far away. The fog looked comforting to the barren limbs of the black winter trees who have long since lost their summer leaves.