To imporve the mood Buoy got a goofy looking pelican in its header. (Thanks Jerry, for letting me use this photo).

Light pushing through the darkness, traces of fog, and dim shapes of birds at the feeder: signs of things to come.

Yet my eyes are heavy with the weight of sleep, pierced with shards of talk: that alloy of anger, sadness, and pain, shaped like a liminal bubble that wrapped itself around long nights of talk and what passed for love, was perhaps love, and these half-lit mornings that followed.