You are awfully brave to go out at first light. Though I guess I do it as well. I like to start my walks with Barney in the predawn darkness and feel the light rising around me. Sometimes it is very impressive with an amazing sunrise or fog. Often, in the winter, it is just gray. But still, I enjoy the quiet of the morning. I usually only see joggers and other dog people. My neighborhood doesn’t have the natural beauty of where you live, but I still love see the morning sunlight kiss the tree tops as I walk amongst the shadows. What is the literary term for giving inanimate objects human qualities? Personification, right? It was always my favorite term I learned in English class and love using it still. I still remember the line of poetry… the fog comes in on little cat feet… by Carl Sandburg.
