The subtle and endearing beauty of September dawns

{… where each week, I bring you one good thing.}

One — and possibly the only — benefit of my chronic insomnia is this:

I start each day by greeting the dawn.

My old farmhouse faces squarely East. The steep pastureland behind the house rises sharply, and while it is pastoral and lovely in its way — we are denied sunsets. The sun, quite simply, disappears b…

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