I'm Not The Only One
My morning commute takes place mostly before dawn. This morning I passed about one cyclist per mile on the way. I find that extraordinary. (All using lights, by the way.)
In the dark of the moon, in the flying snow, in the dead of winter,
war spreading, families dying, the world in danger,
I walk the rocky hillside, sowing clover.
-- Wendell Berry
Edging away from the edge of American space