Words on a cold morning in winter

just before sunrise

Good rest last night
Early morning
Foggy.

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Wordsworth said it well:

The world is too much with us ; late and soon,

Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers :

Little we see in Nature that is ours ;

We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon !

This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon ;

The winds that will be howling at all hours,

And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers ;

For this, for everything, we are out of tune ;

It moves us not. – Great God ! I’d rather be

A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn ;

So might I, standing on this pleasant lea,

Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn ;

Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea ;

Or hear old Triton blow his wreathèd horn.