Sunlight Creeping Slowly — Monday, January 8, 2018

We were fogged in all night last night, until a wee while after sunrise

A white mist curling through the darkness into the light

Touching everything remote and close, making the world look beautiful and unreal

The silver air chimes softly, as the sun climbs over head…

Although (still) not warm enough to melt the hoar frost (it’s ten o’clock in the morning) the very air seems to peal and cascade like ascending and descending notes of a harp.

Cascading, singing, praising the beauty everywhere.

From my world to your heart,

Linda

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