The temperature is somewhere between cool and cold at about 6 a.m. this morning. We’re waiting for the sun to climb over the spruce trees and find us, but we can’t stop shivering. It makes us realize that we’ll have to let go of some of our summer ways -- the only thing between our chest and the chill is our thin, short-sleeved shirt. The sun suddenly finds us! We forget about our body; this is a time to try to feel with our eyes.

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We see gleaming. It’s a familiar Sweet Pea vine that has begun its morning prayers to the sun; it holds its aged, veiny leaves open in seeming faithful worship and frail dependence. We gasp and wonder why we’ve never noticed this before. We’re off to a good start. (Brooklin, Maine)