Weekend Snapshot: A Good Morning
The birds pick up where the alarm leaves off on the weekends. Sometimes I wish they wouldn't, but then again, they get me up and out to see the soft beauty of early light. It's worth it, ultimately. The days are cool and brisk yet, and I like them. As I walk quickly to stay warm, I realize it's no mystery why people from these parts are always in a hurry. It's a survival skill.
In other news, ths evening the sun slipped into the river and night came to her rescue. They slept well.