Sunday November 3rd 2013 Tim
I awoke a good four hours before the sun agreed to present itself. I felt remarkably vibrant, active and
alive. Then while bouncing around in the pitch black, I heard a Barred
Owl attempt an impression of a cudgeled Deer. A remorseless and horrible
sound until he laughs.
Sadly, eight hours later,
the source of this morning's heightened sense of awareness has not yet
presented itself. And I can only imagine it belongs to a contrariness
so often apparent in living things. In the highway code, a State
Trooper might call it "failure to yield."