Climbing from our bed this morning and doing the things that the body requires each day.(And as we get older sometimes in the middle of the night.) Stumbling around in a not fully awake haze of dream memory, and coffee craving zombie like numbness. And suddenly seeing through the kitchen window the first shaft of sunlight creeping through the trees on the hill behind the house. It's cold outside with a dusting of snow on the ground, (which is not normal as usually the snow is knee deep by now.)
Closer to us is an apple tree which is stripped of leaves and just past that our summer garden, now a white space with a few stubs of corn stalk poking up from the frozen ground. Higher on the hill, tall pines block most of the sunshine. And the sun will not break over the top of the trees till almost noon. But to the right of the apple tree about halfway into the yard a bright slot of sunshine on the ground. Marking the day like an ancient calendar. Struck by the simple beauty of the bright yellow sun on a stark white dusting of snow a good day now begins.
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