There is a hazy place,
Between moonlight and sunrise,
Feeds on shadowed fears.
There are doubtful moments,
Between thinking and knowing,
Lurking in gray
While begging truth to appear.
The blurry photo is an accurate depiction of how I see early mornings. (And I commute like this…worried yet? :grin:) I wish I could say the blur was intentional, but it’s just the byproduct of taking a picture with a cell phone camera while driving. It took a couple stoplights to get one with a semi-level horizon.
The lit streetlights not bowing out to the sun’s first rays made me think of this early morning time as “in between.” “In between” is something I know well right now. The move is on the horizon so we’re in between houses, in between cities, in between lives. The recurring question, “are we making a mistake?” interrupts moments of peace to stir the doubt pot again.
I think the only mistake would be not finding out.
I hope you have a beautiful weekend!