Woke up this morning and this sunrise greeted me:
We ate a light breakfast of oats'an'eggs, put Nate-dog in his yard, fed and watered the felines, filled Caleb, the road warrior with petrochemicals and headed South for a birthday celebration.
My step-sister, Teryl turns 29 1/2 tomorrow...one...more...time!
It was a grand time. Swedes and Celts and Brits and Cornish/French all gathered for the first good feast since the death of our sister Carrie.
On the way out of Colorado Springs, I snapped a burned out pic of Pikes Peak, rising quickly to 14,500 feet altitude above the high plains.
We came home, rested, went to the grocery and returned home to this sunset:
In my wooly-pated brain, I came to one realization:
When the cold, grey-brown earth lies dead,
Look to the skies, and lights and a beloved's smile.
There reside life's warmth and light.
The earth rests, waiting for the promised Spring.
The pulse of God reclaims the earth,
His breath and spirit calls us home.