Pothole, Lodi, Italy © Jim Korpi

The early bird is getting the worm. He is the only one I hear this early.
When I wake early I rise to the quiet, waking world, a thawing river just beginning to flow.
When I wake late, I rise to a world already in the throes of human movement, struggle, longing and tension. Traffic is buzzing, machines are cutting, neighbors are running.

Posted April 10th, 2016 in town & country.

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