visited Narrowsburg, New York on four consecutive mornings
in October, 2007 to see the sun rise over the upper
I never did see the sun. Through fog and mist, I never saw the eagle nested in the highest tree high above the river that residents kindly pointed out to me as they stopped by my tripod and camera.
I did watch the lights go
on at Narrowsburg Roasters on Main Street. Twice, I
drank the the first brewed coffee of the morning there, quite
alone, thinking about how far away a two and a half hour
drive can take me from Let's Grub in West Philadelphia.