Every year - it’s the same.
The sound of their voices…
Haunting.
This Sky Space
Hard to know what to feel - at this tenuous time of year.
A wee bit of sadness for the season that’s passed?
How did it come…and - now - go so fast?
A wee bit of hope for the whatever might come?
Some mornings - I like to believe
Those who inhabit this sky space….hold the answers.
Boker Or
This morning’s sky.
This morning’s sun.
This morning’s promise - as it rose above the mountains.
Welcome this new day.
Boker Or.
Welcome light.