Sunrise

Volume 7, Issue 33; 06 Mar 2004; last modified 08 Oct 2010

Wireless all the way out to the patio. Sweet.

Lost, yesterday, somewhere between sunrise and sunset, two golden hours, each set with sixty diamond minutes. No reward is offered for they are gone forever.

—Horace Mann

Early morning, from my balcony.

Before breakfast: the wireless reaches all the way out to the patio. Sweet.

I bet the sunsets are nice too, but I never get to see them. The chairs keep us chained in our meetings until after dark.