Saturday morning. I
wake early. I think about getting up,
catching the remnants of a sunrise. But out our window,
to the west, the sky looks grey and overcast.
I procrastinate—then mention to my husband that I’d thought about
getting up to take pictures. He speaks
as if it’s going to happen. “Where are
you going to go? To the harbor, to the beach?”
His enthusiasm stirs me, but not fast enough. By the time I roll out of bed, wash the sleep
from my eyes and brush my teeth, the sun is up, although blocked by a band of
clouds. I go anyway. There’s a blog post
due and inspiration has been lacking.
Two weekends ago, we had company. Before dinner, my sister,
brother and associated in-laws discussed the writing I do on my blog. My brother looked across the table at me. “You know what I like? I like your pictures.”
I got up to late and the good light was gone. But PLC, these are for you.
