Purple Morning Majesty

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December 30, 2009

The morning provides a proper coronation at the usual spot while a jester in the guise of a fox watches from the bushes. What does the fox say?

Snow machine
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Shorter days take away the golden mist mornings¹ of earlier weeks leaving only the light of Albertsons lamp posts for the mid-winter commute. Today I was uplifted in that half-light by a “freshly fallen, silent shroud of snow”² transforming the solitary ride into something ethereal.

  1. Trail Image, “Minus Six by the River”: trailimage.com/minus-six-by-the-river
  2. Paul Simon, “I Am a Rock”
Regal river
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Some trick of pre-dawn light briefly imbued the moment with an extraordinary mauve. There was no one else, nothing moving, the grand, purple performance for me alone, it seemed.

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The royal hue faded quickly leaving quiet snow and dark water where summer would see flocks of colorful inflatables bearing shouts and peals of laughter downriver.

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A stranger was standing at my bike when I returned from the small patch of woods I’d entered along the river bank. “Did you get it?” he asked, slightly surprised at my approach from the brush. When I wasn’t sure what he meant, he explained a fluffy red fox had been shadowing me amidst the trees.