Jan 06 2010
Violet
Lavender morning
Sometimes it’s worth having the Audrometer wake me up so early. I took this picture before the sun had finished getting out of bed, yawning, and getting dressed up for the day. Once she was ready, though, she seemed shy and hid behind the sheers, occasionally peeking out at Hooterville and then retreating. Who can blame her?
I wish there was a morning equivalent for “twilight”. This violet time is not dawn, in my opinion. Dawn to me is when the sun comes up, not the magical lavender time right before.
I’ve taken down my Christmas decorations both here and at home. Putting them away is as melancholy as putting them up is festive, so it’s fitting that the violet dawn gave way to a misty, grey day. As I poured the water out of the vase the little tree was in (not one shed needle, by the way), a covey of quail crossed my path, walking like wind-up toys.