I can't sleep…
Pink Day. See more photos of Pink-a-palooza here and Twilight to Sunrise here.
Inspired by excerpt from Mary Oliver’s poem — “By morning I had vanished at least a dozen times into something better.” — Mary Oliver, “Sleeping in the Forest” in Sleeping in the Forest (Ohio University, 1978)
Video of my Spirit Bird, the Cormorant(s) @ 5:32 am. 60° F. June 12 2024. Cove Island Park, Stamford, CT. More shots from this morning’s walk here.
leave me alone. let me soak in the first few days of june. let the birds wake me up as they sing a song and let the rays of sun slowly creep in through my blinds. let me rest. let me simmer in my thoughts. the months are passing us by fast. it is june and i want to savour it.
— aisha
Notes:
1,488 consecutive (almost) days that I’ve been on this daybreak walk at Cove Island Park. 12 days from 1,500 — more than four years of this Thing.
“And life slips by like a field mouse
Not shaking the grass.” – Ezra Pound
But before I leave the house, I flip through the morning papers. I know better, I do. But can’t seem to resist the rubbernecking. Ukraine. Israel. Gaza. Washington cesspool. China. Russia. North Korea. All feels dark and getting darker – the world’s shadows deepen.
“I could feel hope traveling backward to find us,
to whisper into our chests,
There will be music for you one day.” — Andrea Gibson
Weather app reads 59° F (?), but there’s a brisk wind from the North. Am I in Greenland? Glad I wore a jacket, I zip up.
I walk.
4:30 am. Wildlife is up. Smallest birds with the loudest voices break the silence of early morning. 4 other insomniacs are out sharing this twilight hour, each lost in their own quiet rhythm.
“Birdsong, wind, and waves.
It requires nothing more than to meet noise with stillness
and not commentary.” – Martin Laird
I walk.
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