Light Blue Morning

I'm watching the sun come up. The cloudy sky is touched with pink and orange, but only very gently. The little slice of river I can see is reflecting those colors with a thin mist hovering nearby.

I miss home, I miss Jen. 

We would have been having so much fun on Facebook and chatting back and forth while I was here. And one of the things that we would have been amazed about is how many men I've seen here in the UK who look just like our grandfather, Pock. I would have called (depending on the time difference) every time I've seen one. Or at least emailed later. I might have even snuck a photo of one or two if I could have. But without her, it's not as much fun. 

Obviously I told my mom about seeing Pock's face -- he was her dad after all -- but it's a different dynamic. 

The sun is up, but hiding. A grey day.

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[Betsy]

I miss Jen too. Every day.