Dawn is like dumping milk into an inkwell.
First, there are erratic curdles of white, then streamers.
Shade the bottle for a gray colloid, then watch it whiten a little more.
All of a sudden you’ve got day.
Then start heating the mixture.
~ Roger Zelazny, from The Doors of His Face, The Lamps of His Mouth
Notes: Quote – Memory’s Landscape. Photo: Cody Cobb with Cascadia
Beautiful…though I’m more erratic curdles of consciousness at this hour. Happy Monday, pal
Smiling. Thanks Mimi. Have a great week.
Hmmm.. Well, here the erratic curdles of white needs temperature more than 36F.
It’s just milk everywhere, for today I guess!
Hmmmm. 32 feels like 22 here. I’ll take 36
“all of a sudden there is a day.” – perfect
And warming….
Love the photo with these words!
Me too Val. Thanks!
Loved the imagery, Dave.
Happy Monday!
Me too Roseanne. Have a great week.
“Dawn is like dumping milk into an inkwell.” Would never have thought of describing it this way, but now that I’ve read it, I can’t get it out of my head. Perfect!
Same. Same for me Lori. Read it twice and then I was locked in…