December 17, 2020

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In the winter we can be grayer than the thinly forested spits of land left over my furbearing ears and yet it seems that, more often than not, for a few moments right before dawn we are granted The Glimpse, created by slivers in the persistent cloud deck that is the drab primer coat on the daily canvas around here. If you lay cozy peeking over the covers at the ceiling, or sit drinking coffee too long, or watch too much morning news or let the lazies put a pro wrestling hold on you, well then, you will sadly miss it and think the whole day was just another gray day.