I wish I could take a picture of the morning light in my neighborhood but I doubt any film would do it justice. This time of year, at the shoulder, the light softens and bends its way around everything it touches, especially at dawn and dusk. Even the birds are subdued, they sing but without the fervor of summer or spring.
Listening to lots of Tammi Terrel & Marvin Gaye these days. What a duo! What voices. They say after she died he wouldn't sing for two years.
If This World Were Mine
Tammi Terrel & Marvin Gaye