Tuesday, March 25, 2025, 31.5*
Rain released heavy snow from the chain links of the fence allowing a wavy view of our kingdom. Stretching, yawning, the three morph quickly into play mode once their feet touch the snow; gathering bringing in little balls dropping them in various places on the floor--Ruger tracks them down, eats them.
Dawn has begun penciling-in the first pieces of Tuesday. Evergreens like children playing dress-up in coats too heavy for them, droop. Oaks come into view with limbs sporting spring white. A good morning to sit, to watch the landscape appear on the easel of a window as it’s created, to be quiet. A wool grey morning. The grey fox of yesterday has not been penciled in.
But friends, you’re not in the dark, so how could you be taken off guard by any of this?
You’re sons of Light, daughters of Day.
We live under wide open skies and know where we stand. So let’s not sleepwalk through life ...
1 Thessalonians 5: 4-6 (The Message)
Photo: LJ Austin
