Clear Skies

In the afternoon the smoke clears and we go outside in the backyard just because we can.

Gerry cleans and refills the birdbath.

Murphy walks the perimeter of the fenced area again and again. Maya does her best  to encourage us to go inside because her belly tells her it’s dinner time.

And I take a few photos in the sunshine just to mark the occasion.

It’s so simple.

And quite glorious.


I’m a writer, reader, and creative. I thought by now I’d have things figured out, but I keep coming up with more questions. I think that’s okay. I’m here most mornings pondering ordinary things and the thin places where faith intersects.

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