"The one cricket that chirped all night hushes, and a tree's limb takes shape against a black sky turning silver. Like a reflection on water, the tree's foliage quivers against the coming light."
This is from Sudye Cauthen's book Southern Comforts: Rooted in a Florida Place. My thinking is that being open about how much I love this sentence will thwart my impulse to steal.
I bought this book at Sudye's Goerings Bookstore reading and 
have now read it all the way through. That this book repeatedly spoke to my heart, a heart that resides inside a military brat who moved continuously and had infrequent, tenuous connections to any relatives outside of the nuclear family, is, well, interesting.
Did you know that Sudye offers memoir writing classes?
P.S. For inquiring minds... Yes, I am progressing on the chapter. My deadline panic smacks me around from time to time, but mostly I am just doing the work. This morning I yellow-padded a scene that I hope is fraught with menace.
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