Sunrise North of Causeway

There was a nice glow on the water as I headed out to work this morning, so I took a short detour to get a photo down near the causeway. 

Not much else to say about the day after that I'm afraid, and now its time for bed.


If sleep is truce, as is sometimes said, 
A pure time for the mind to rest and heal,
Why, when they suddenly wake you, do you feel
That they have stolen everything you had?


from Sleep, by Jorge Luis Borges, 
trans. by Robert Mezey