Tuesday, March 11, 2025, 22.7*
My hands are cold as I go outside without leather work gloves, most of the winter I’ve not worn a coat. Later, when there’s more light, I will see the landscape has given her heavy coat away or at least unbuttoned it to let me see the lichen atop huge rocks, downed trees, tangled branches in those places only wild things can walk.
It is just getting light. Morning traffic noise seems to blare through a megaphone. Nothing moves out here that we can sense that we can see. We gather inside for biscuits, a bowl of water, a cup of coffee.
“Have you ever in your life commanded the morning,
And made the dawn know its place,”
Job 38:12 NASB
Photo: Chris Austin
