I can sit in the same spot and look in the same direction that has given me the growing glow of sunrises throughout the summer and early fall, but November has come.  With it, my earliest morning landscape is more often darkness, shadow, and rising mist.

fresh mercy in veiled mystery

compelling chiarascuro

not less grace but more

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