In the Dark Morning

cyn in orchard

I'm sitting here at 4:30 a.m. wondering why I am awake and wishing I wasn't.  I've swum through the darkness, carefully climbed the stairs to my computer, and dared to think perhaps I'd write...a blog post at least. Futile. There is nothing clear, useful, or lovely emanating from my brain right now, just a lot of noise and static.

I'm staring into my computer screen, did some aimless tapping, even found a  few new pictures on my friend Mike's photo blog, including the one above. I like that one. It's me in daylight, with blackness of  trees looming above me like spilled ink, sheltering and obscuring, answers and mystery.