It’s that time of year again when, as the days grow shorter, it is easy to wake before dawn. Today I have.
I used to hate those mornings in my pre-coffee days. Now, staring into a mug of darkness as black as the scene outside my windows, I’m more reflective. I sip, and I think.
This morning, I’m listening to James Taylor’s Carolina in My Mind, an old standby; a love song for a place.
Taylor is a kind soul, and his gentle voice leaves me wistful but not sad.