What I did not see until Daylight Saving Time ended; morning horses, snorting and galloping along the edge of rugged fences; fat geese waddling and oblivious along the road’s edge in Hyland Park, and the glimmer of starlight fading quickly as sun rises over the Colgate Seminary tower.
As I drive, I prefer starlight with sleepy shadows and cozy dark and only my imagination of wilding horses and plumped feathers…
Whether or not this thing called ‘Time’ changes, bends or flattens out…as I remember the rattling of the house, the howling wind sweeping around the cul de sac, the bend in the shimmering windows…I am thankful for warm spaces.
690 Saint Paul 