Winter Morning.

Winter mornings  are different somehow.

The morning light is more intense I think. 

It comes through my window and finds my old chandelier.

Making beautiful rainbows on my wall.

The sun makes shadows  as it reaches my ivy.

But so quickly lights up the room.

Your word is a lamp to my feet

and a light to my path.

Psalm 119:105

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The Sun Always Rises.

Everything feels so new and wonderful when you watch the sun rise!

My Father used to take pictures of sunsets. 

 We have slide after slide (remember what those were?) of sunsets.  But I am drawn to the sun rising.  It is especially pretty in the winter months.  I wonder why.

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