Not sure what's up with all the Cat Stevens song references of late, it's not like I ever sought out his music, but there you have it. If there could be such a thing as a three-word blog post, this would be it: morning has broken.

After days and days of rain, the sun has cut through. A thick band of light pierces the velvet layers of gray sky to cross the lake and illuminate the red and gold treetops -- so much does it make me think of a spotlight hitting center stage I half expect the trees to shimmy and break out into an inspired version of this (um, in a more pastoral setting, bien entendu):

Last night, at about 9 pm, I headed up here to a studio that was still covered floor-to-ceiling-- and every open surface-- in piles of crap upon crap that was the aftermath of Hurricane SAW. In the past two weeks, it has been nearly impossible for me to get anything done because whatever I might be looking for was literally buried under crazy, chaotic debris-- and yet, until last night, I did not have the necessary vim to dig in and wreak some organization on the havoc.

Ah, but by midnight-- all was neat and ordered in my little kingdom and off I went to bed. This morning--- as I may have mentioned, we have breezes and a much needed infusion of the yellow stuff.

I've had coffee, sat and scribbled in my journal, and now I'm off to walk the brombies.

I'm thinking we're gonna head up here.

Ah, life-- who knew routine could feel so good?

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