Roger's youngest and her partner were sleeping on the futon in the living room. I didn't want to run the risk of inadvertently waking them. To get outside I would have to slip past them and open the door, which is not more than ten feet from their closed eyes and even deep-dreaming breaths. I also felt I should suppress a natural inclination to just run excitedly down the steps and yell to them, "Wake Up Wake Up, come watch this sunrise with me." So, I tried to let that solstice sun rise outside the window and not let it pull me from my own comfy heated mattress and down pillows.
Then, the sun, sky, and clouds did this.
I looked at Roger and said, "I'm going down."
I threw on jeans and put a thermal vest over my long, Wildlife Land Trust tee shirt and tiptoed past the kids. I walked out, stood on the deck in the morning light and watched winter begin.
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