Looking for the Good

The deep dark has lifted. Earlier I heard what I think is a loon again, its gentle ghostly call. There’s a pond down the road, perhaps it stops in there. This is wintering grounds for the loon. Winter coming on slowly, fall very gentle thus far. Still in bare feet. the air soft and perfectly still this moment, while birds begin to wake and sing, the earth to come alive.

I am resisting coming awake and alive this morning. I would like it to stay dim like this, quiet, and to be able to sit here...