Woke with a sudden start this early morning, around 3:45 a.m. It's 6:33 a.m. right now and I've been busy, writing letters, emails, and so on. So I'm ahead of work today, and the sun has yet to paint the sky with first light. Still, so dark. So velvety. The blue-black that is early December This time of year intrigues me.
Hope to have a few hours of writing before heading out on my appointed rounds. Inspiration has been percolating, slowly rising to take hold. Have been writing a sequence of prose poems and lyric poems. Need to keep this momentum going. . .