Saturday, March 15, 2025. 33*
Dew, not frost, greets while solar lights illumine the dark of morning. The air is clear, no wood smoke drifts, no exhaust falls from the furnace vent. The three move silently over the ice, the patches of land; not in a hurry to come inside, exploring.
I recall Pennsylvania early mornings when the birds began to sing before there was any light any hint of dawn. It was a chorus unheard through winter. I wonder when the hush here will be broken.
Make a joyful noise to the Lord,
all the earth; break forth
into joyous song and sing praises!
Psalm 98:4 ESV
Art: LJ Austin
