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the sun is up an entire hour earlier than i'm used to. i've scribbled in my notebook already, spilled an entire cup of coffee, read a bit, and talked with my dog about what it all means. The Jog awaits but there's still time yet for other things. my long mornings. my easy-does-it jump start. my pleasures bundled up in to one great big gift when the alarm goes off. it seems like it's been so long since i've felt this kind of happiness, this eagerness for the day and the work i might do. so long. i have missed it. tremendously. i have missed myself.

i want to draw awhile this morning before pounding through the vineyard. flowers or aprons. black and white. pencil scratching scratching scratching. my thin mouse. the line sniffing out the shape of a shadow, finding its' solid geometry. it feels like love when it happens, when it falls in to place, when it comes down just right. don't jump. don't run. lay down next to it and you'll see it's warm, you'll know it's good. there's nothing better. not one thing. clarity.