Saturday, February 15, 2025, 8*
An orange glow creeps over trees barely touching the snow creating another angle of morning. This view, the view from my desk window has not been touched by sun, I see shades of blue a streak of white, gray trunks, broken limbs leaning on others and green, evergreen so I don’t forget that spring lies under this snow, waits in those tiny buds covering even the tallest branches that Mariah yesterday crashed together like a disappointed child breaking her beloved toys. Perhaps chastised, this morning Mariah plays solemnly. By now Soleil has reached the top of the hill causing drivers to reach for sunglasses or a hat to shade their eyes against her scrutiny. Soleil never looks away. There are not many cars on a February Saturday, content to let their owners sleep they enjoy crisp morning air. I hear no dogs bark, no roosters crow. I only hear silence, and the ringing in my ears.
“Let me hear in the morning of your steadfast love, for in you I trust.
Make me know the way I should go, for to you I lift up my soul.”
Psalm 143:8 ESV
Photo: LJ Austin
