the first hint of a new sunrise

A red tail hawk flying west, toward the Vaca Mountains. She doesn't need directions, she doesn't need a name. Behind her, the first hint of a new sunrise. A chilly morning in California's central valley.

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Morning fog, cold air, then sunny later, with weak clouds. The Sacramento Valley wakes up like an old man. The bed is warm. He doesn’t want to get up, but groaning, he does.

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Yesterday morning I heard two or three bird calls. Just that, no more. I felt the entire measure of life in those few sad sounds. 

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It was a dream where I was trying to hang on some former part of my life. One of those things where you have told yourself that have already let it go, but there it is again. 

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A chicken, killed and carried off by a fox. My, how the world does go on.

James Lee Jobe

The Louvin Brothers - You're Running Wild 

Many Thanks, 

James