The Dawn

When the early morning light quietly grows above the mountains . . . The world’s darkening never reaches to the light of Being.

Martin Heidegger, “The Thinker as Poet”

It’s chilly this morning in Terlingua, but worth the effort to rise, pour a cup of coffee, and scribble in a journal while greeting Aurora’s slow ascent.

If all goes according to plan, I’ll visit the Rio Grand for the first time.

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