Sunday Morning

Twilight to Sunrise Time Lapse Video. 6:20 am to 7:20 am. 60 minutes in 26 seconds. 36° F. November 30, 2025. Cove Island Park, Stamford, CT. More pictures from this morning’s walk here.

Walking. Sunday Morning.

4:00 a.m. Another restless night. Deep sleep, waits for another day.

It’s time.

I walk.

It’s been 1,902 consecutive (almost) days on this twilight walk at Cove Island Park. Like in a row.

I’m walking at the top of the Marina, warily making my way around rocks, glistening and coated with algae.

I hear soft murmurs.

What is that? I stop, to listen.

Continue reading “Walking. Sunday Morning.”

Sunday Morning

Softest of mornings, hello.
And what will you do today, I wonder,
to my heart?

Mary Oliver, from “Softest of Mornings” in “A Thousand Mornings: Poems” (Penguin Books, 2012)


Notes:

  • Photo from this morning’s walk at Cove Island Park. Other photos from this morning here.
  • Full poem from Jules of Nature here.

Sunday Morning


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:

  • Additional photos from this morning’s daybreak walk at Cove Island Park here.
  • Thank you Sawsan for sharing quote.

…before Monday arrives like a fist

 

this life gives us only so many hours
to share & how we share, i worry,
is wasteful-Sunday night & the tv on,
so we don’t look at each other.
on screen some reality tv stars
threaten to choke each other out.
my love, we are bad television,
happy as we are to hold hands
& eat greasy pizza together
during these small breaths
before Monday arrives like a fist.

Josè Olivarez, “Sunday Love” in “Promises of Gold” (Henry Holt & Company, February 14, 2023) (via Alive on All Channels)