november

Before the sunrise, I witness, as Sirius disappears and the red glow of morning creeps in behind the balsam spires. Magnificent and silent. Grateful in that early morning state of grace, I begin imagining what I might create this day.  Acolder November than most, now it is time to gather around me the garments of warmth to venture out with Tipsa. First, I toss the ball a bit, then  to feed the birds and cats and to start the studio furnace. Back inside we prepare the breakfast before our morning hike.  I ask for a day of health, guidance, and productivity.