The sun rose today. It was raining hard.

I woke before the sun rose and I did not take a photo

The sun didn’t care.

During the lockdown I had a story in my mind that my suburban home was isolated in the wilderness. I had lived in that Wilderness before.

It felt strange to have so many people so close and still inaccessible

I brought out the story of me being a pioneer wilderness woman. She would stand and Observe the sunrise. Which I was doing anyway because I was having trouble sleeping.

And my strange don’t-give-up engine kicked in and I HAD to do it every day.

For years.

Quantity has a quality of its own

Am I ready to spend those minutes differently?

Am I ready to half a different story?

Am I able to connect in another way?

Am I able to leave a different scratch on the world?