Morning Ritual In the damp winter months by the sea where you are comforted by rain I awaken well before dawn usually chilled by the air – insulated as much as possible by shirts and undershirts and sweaters under a robe – and crank-up the heat. My mind slowly drifts from puzzling dreams vaguely remembered […]
Almost empty streets, except for those early birds, on their way to work …
MY ANCHOR REFLECTIONS OF A SCAVENGER STEVE JOBS
But it was only a streetlight. A rainy day followed by glistening streets. Inner Harbor, Baltimore.