I’m writing like a drunken sailor–3000 words today on the new novel–so I’m going to be miserly with my words here. There’s always something pretty to look at, though. A recent sunrise, taken from my patio:
This reminds me of a pretty part of an angry Psalm:
You own the day, you own the night;
you put stars and sun in place.
You laid out the four corners of earth,
shaped the seasons of summer and winter.