It is 8 a.m., and as usual I have already been up a couple hours. Sarah will wake up soon, but for now she is still sleeping, exhausted from building that little body. The chickens are doing whetever it is chickens do out in the yard; a big, smelly dog snores worshipfully at my feet; the sun is bright; there is frost on the lawn and ice on the pond.
I like to get up early. Once the critters are fed, they tend to quiet down, leaving me a few moments to sip my tea and do my thinking in peace. Just for a moment every morning--usually as I'm headed out to feed los pollos estupidos--the first rays of sun light up the peaks while the valley is still dark. I have seen it dozens of times, but it never fails to catch my eye. No matter how rushed I may be, it never fails to make me stop and whisper thanks to the God who made the world so beautiful.
And it never occurs to me to grab the camera until it's over. Just as well. Some sights just don't translate to film.
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Sweet. I would like to write more "snapshots" like this. Short, sweet, beautiful, and (as always) witty :-)
Is 8:00 early?? hehehe
Well, I HAD been up a couple hours already...six counts as early this time of year. Even if you're a chicken.
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