...the quiet congratulation of it, to step out onto the frosty porch at the break of day, to lean on the rail and receive the subtle colors that tint those fleecy bands of cirrus sometimes with a crescent moon in them, and if you're lucky a loose frolic of starlings will swing out between the cedars and greet you with the exuberance that says
Sky! Sky! Sky!
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