I have to tell you

I am unexpectedly thrown off at the prospect of being in a city. (Don't worry, I am preparing with delight - listening to music that reminds me how very much I love the city, desire it.) It has to do with more than all the concrete and less space, it is the time of the year. Right now I can feel (yes, feel) the sun rising over the edge of the river valley. These are days when a mist rises off the river each morning. There are subtle and sensuous changes in the quality of the crisp air as the minutes pass and the sky brightens. It reaches such a climax. The place of the sun in the sky touches my skin and mind in such an amazing way. Think I'll go lie in a patch of it.