My brain was working overtime this morning, and I woke a little before 5 a.m. That was it, couldn’t get back to sleep. That quote above about change from the English Romantic poet Percy Bysshe Shelley was on rewind in my brain as I pondered my day. Why, I don’t know.
The moon was bright and lit up a cloud hanging over our mountain, and a light mist greeted me as I slid into my truck.
