#5
six A.M. - I take the dog out and notice that the maple branch above me is perfectly aligned with a string of stars, curve by curve - and I wonder why there are no constellations named for trees - maple branch and sycamore bough. Perhaps the druids named stars for tree gods and the runes are just lost. Perhaps these runes were carved on the trees themselves.
Anyway, i am grateful for the clarity of a winter sky - no fog - no rain - no snow.