As the World Turns . . .

By Vickilane

Sitting on the porch in the soft pre-dawn light, watching the sky slowly brighten, I seem to feel the roll of the earth.

We were appalled when the first small tower went up on Barnett Mountain. Now we have a much bigger one to look at. I'd prefer to see the mountain unadorned, but such is progress.

A cloud blocked the actual sunrise, so I had to wait a bit longer. Jenny abandoned me and went back to bed.