7:33:12 AM

Surprised by beauty. A cloudy morning, filling the feeders, half asleep. When
I turned to go back to the house I stopped dead to witness the sunrise,
blushing, modest but glorious.

Later, a soft wind, a gentle wind. Snow drapes like slipcovers over
last summer’s stones. A warm sun gently squeezes water from the
snow to drip, slowly, from the roof.