I wish tonight I could go to sleep in my little room in the Berkshires.
In the morning I would creep downstairs before the others are awake.
I would drink coffee, ponder Rudi, and gaze at the misty world through leaded glass.
Labels: Berkshires, coffee, Rudolf Nureyev, Seven Hills Inn, windows
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