Appalachian Mornings

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The mountains are an ocean on mornings when I drive to work. I can see it across the meadow and just above the steep curve that will surely consume my car come winter. The sun has just begun to pinken the filligreed; fog fills the valleys and laps the ridges of the oldest sea in the world. My eyes search the horizon for a seagull, a sand piper, a porpoise in the distance. There, in that poplar, a mockingbird. And there, in that meadow, a deer grazing the surface of the deep.
Peace, 
Audrey