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