Little Bang Theory

Morning In The ‘Berks September 6, 2010

A night of off-and-on rain slides slowly toward the twilight of morning.  As the darkness gives way to light, heavy river fogs rise wraith-like from the valleys, wreathing the hills in gray mists.

You force yourself to roll out of bed, dress, swill a cup of yesterday’s coffee and stumble out to the car, intent on getting above the morning miasma, hoping to find a sunrise.

The road climbs and winds through narrow valleys, their walls obscured by drifting mists, ’till at last the mists thin and you break free into the space between the fogs of Mother Earth and the clouds of Father Sky, just in time to see them bow down to The Source, The Reason, The Sun:

So begins another day in the Berkshire Hills of Western Massachusetts.

Thank you, Mother Earth.  Thank you, Father Sky.  Thank you, Sun.