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Paradise at Dawn, Hurricane Hill (1,100 feet), White River Junction, VT
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Another Morning in Paradise (opens the original)
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6:16 a.m., thirty-one minutes before sunrise. Fifty-two degrees, the north-northwest wind serene at one mile per hour, occasionally sighing to three. Only the aspen leaves notice, twitching as though someone has given the tree a gentle shake. Low cloud ceiling. A gaunt mist settles in—much thinner than river fog, which, when colder, rises thick, white, and determined to hide the world. Tree crickets murmur beneath it all, their chorus keeping time with the cool morning air.How to tell the temper
Another Morning in Paradise (opens the original)
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6:15 a.m., twenty-two minutes before sunrise. Thirty-nine degrees (basil harvest looms in the near future), wind north at four miles per hour, gusting to six. The hill wrapped in rising river fog. Visibility less than one hundred yards. Fog, condensing and rinsing, leaves drip. Sounds like rain. Feels like rain. The sun rises (somewhere above the New Hampshire ridgeline), an accelerant to the morning’s ambiguity. Fog brightens. Crickets murmur, a soft undercurrent. The wet, droopy meadow’s score
Another Morning in Paradise (opens the original)
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5:53 a.m., thirty-three minutes before sunrise. Wind south-southeast, six miles per hour, gusting to sixteen. A migration roadblock. A blend of thin drizzle and rising river fog ... hard to separate into components. Matters little to the owl barking in the hemlocks, rolling hoots hijacked by the wind. Drizzle turns to rain. Fog thickens, rises, softening contours of nearby hills, eclipsing those farther away. Leaves, noticeably blushing and rusting, amplify the sound of rain. Sun sneaks into a s
Another Morning in Paradise (opens the original)
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5:52 a.m. Twenty-two minutes before sunrise. The air is a cool fifty-eight degrees, with a south-southeast wind whispering at four miles per hour and occasional gusts reaching twelve. To the east, above the New Hampshire skyline, the clouds are softly ruffled. Elsewhere, the overcast sky lies taut as a drumhead—a long, sleepy dawn broken only by a barred owl calling from its hemlock throne. Plumes of river fog rise and curl like aqueous smoke from a dozen phantom campfires.Summer is visibly drai
Another Morning in Paradise (opens the original)
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5:52 a.m. (eight minutes before sunrise). Fifty-one degrees, wind north-northwest four miles per hour, gusting to eight. A tremor of aspen leaves. Heavy river fog, crests unbraiding, stands rising over the summit of Hurricane Hill. The sky clean blue everywhere but the east, which blooms soft tangerine and orange deepens around the sun. Wisps of fog lit to pastel apricot. Altogether, a quiet, fruit-colored sunrise. Clear, clean, obedient to the seasons.In a corner of the meadow, beneath the erra
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