[Morning Freewrite]

A cool, crisp morning.  Do I really like sleeping outside?  I feel cold for the first time under the stars.  Perhaps I am old.  Perhaps I am "going soft."  Perhaps I have been deluding myself for some time.

I look out and see Emma, the white doggie, sitting beside the porch downstairs.  She greets the new day with calmness.  Watches the light of the sun change the colours of the land from grey to orange.  Is there something wrong with the colour?  Is there something right?

The answer to many things is "I don't know."  We aren't often confronted with the need to answer in such a manner - we are most often confronted with questions on which we are experts - but they exist anyhow.  In my childhood there was a book of such questions and the answer to the questions was the "Lord God made it so."  Are their answers?

The Sun has risen further.  Direct rays are striking the knoll to the south of the house.  A bright golden glow surrounds it.  A spotlight of intense colour as the rest of the Hollow warms up gradually.

Why do I use English spellings?  Is it mere snobbery?  Colour.  Grey.  These words look better to me the way I spell them... but why?  And would I sacrifice them to an editor's axe?  Perhaps.  They do not speak to me with the strength of other elements.  They are how I write but are not as intensely essential to the writing and meaning and flow as other choices are.  They are mere visual impact - They have an appeal for the designer and the one who views the page with a small measure of artistic import.

There are few ladybugs now.  Not true ladybugs but some import from another country. There are few of them here to invade the house at the moment.  Too cold?  Yesterday they swarmed.  Waxing and waning moon?

So many rectangles in this house.  In yours as well?  I see picture frames and appliances, books and doorways, windows and cupboards.  Stairway treads.  Electrical sockets.  Right angles predominate.  Perhaps they stand out here because this house is built without all right angles in the large design.  A box "star"ing a box - an extra point sticking out to the south.  Unconventional, yet in the end creating a space that is not all that much different.

The sun has risen more.  Its glow diffuses over the hillside.  Like a painter who has feathered in a new colour, I can no longer make out the  line where the sun hits the hill directly.  Is there more moisture in the sky today?  The light is not as intense as in the past....

[End Morning Freewrite]