Early Bird and a Late Night Girl
It is 4:14 a.m. No. I haven’t gone to bed yet but the first bird just sang!
I could say I’m in the throes of jet lag, but really it was the seduction of a book given to me by my friend Anne and her kids before I left Seattle.
“The Glassblower of Murano” by Marina Fiorato, takes place in Venice. Tonight I couldn’t put it down. I settled into the couch and acquiesced to its pull.
And now the birds are singing…
Good night. (Or is it “good morning”.)