The day has created the illusion of an inland sea with its low clouds a few hundred feet below us.
Sometimes little hillocks stick through these clouds like islands, and a barn may appear like an anchored barge. Today it is the open sea across the straight of the Willamette valley that exists only in our imaginations, that organ we developed through exercise before HD TV and those wondrous video games we all like to play. Well at least I like to play them.
The day signals me it is time to grind the french roast, and put a pot of coffee on for soon I must go down the hall and welcome my son to join us in our adventure.
The coffee is ready. It is time. My Son also rises. This is what he saw as we munched granola (has it come to that?), a muffin, and indulged in a great dark French roast.
Both Sons (sun) are up, and it is time for him to head off to his college classes. In a few hours, this same sun will rise over my daughter in Japan and see her off to class at the university there. The sun will have to hug her for me, and its' warmth will be my smile until Daddy's little girl returns to us.
Beautiful Pictures brother. nice story too, remember when we would visit Granny and she would say her window was her T.V. ? your post reminded me of that. :)
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