I don’t know why I got up so early. I didn’t have to drive anyone anywhere.
I don’t know why I looked out the window to the back corner where the tire swing hung instead of getting a cup of coffee and sitting at the table.
I don’t know why I picked up my camera and stumbled out into the cold fog and walked across all that wet dew, soaking my shoes.
But when I got there, I knew why I was there. Some places are like that. You have to get there first, and then you know.
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