The dawn's early light at Monterey. Meeny, Miney and Moe are still sleeping in their sheep shed, barely visible, center right. I know because they did not baa when my footsteps made noise on the driveway.
Our national poem's "dawn's early light" requires glare and rockets. Let me have it without the noise and artificial light. Just soft and pastel and shifting almost erotically.
There's plenty of time then for the noise, the baa-ing, the hustle, the grazing and the glancing. People pay $400,000 for a property but only see it from 7:10 to 7:15 in the morning and from 6:15 to 8:05, let's say, in the evening.
Some people never see their little place on earth.
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