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Today is the first cool morning after Labor Day. The desire was to drink my coffee on the back porch, with the boys, while the sun rises from the East. There is the perfect lack of foliage exactly where the first rays emanate from. Because the boys would rather play like wild animals and pierce the still dark air with their gladiatorial sparring, I’ve chosen to spend the few precious minutes I have, in the Gun Room writing this. Poised in the window, my phone, aimed for that perfect gap, takes pictures every three to five seconds, capturing movements of the heavens in a seamless transition, re-playable for years to come. Somewhere between the images and these words, I hope this morning lives on in my memory, not as a standout event but rather one in a string of pearls that have made up my life.
