With morning comes the weight again.
The antidote.
Sun sparkle on the leaves of a tender tree.
Deep, variegated greens of the leaves of a mature tree nearby.
Shadows on the hills across the valley.
The stillness of the morning.
The sky—pale blue and dusted with haze.
I wish it was clear blue and sunny. Hot.
But this is what we get today and it’s still a miracle I watch unfold.
