Yesterday, the cold was an eagle’s beak, the wind it’s talons. My cheeks? My nose? The liver of Prometheus. But even this sharpness didn’t stop the sun from rising over the hill across the valley during the morning dog walk, hills that are my Stonehenge for the changing seasons. Inexorably the light returns.
For more about the #walkmyworld project, check out this link at NWP Digital Is. I’m excited to give it a try.
Thank you for this gorgeous sunrise!
It really was beautiful. That is a section from the daily “short” dog walk around the farm perimeter and through the woods. I’ve been strapping on the snowshoes to walk it for the last month or so. The last section opens onto a set of valleys and the view, for Iowa, is stunning. Strange how the same walk can be so different day-by-day.