Birds that sing before dawn, the fading of darkness not yet begun. Through dark branches, a robin, rosy breast glowing soft as morning stars in inky blue. Turquoise streaks creep into the sky from the east. Today, a good day. I spoke with a beloved friend on the phone. I walked down the street with bare arms, venturing into the kind of shop that gives you tea in marimekko mugs. Work was a pleasant blur involving galettes.
Something wonderful happened this morning. It was so unusual that I stopped to take it in. You see, the sun came up on my way to work. The light came into the bakery in wide shafts.
The cold that everyone else at work has passed around seems to have found me. I have mustered grated ginger and lemon tea with honey, oil of oregano and propolis to help it on its way.