Although technically the shortest day doesn't come until Dec 21, this morning was pretty close! Typically my 6:45 a.m. walk with the dog includes the benefit of God's splendid palette in the morning sky, but this morning, the midnight blue of the early morning sky was barely distinguishable from the lake only a half shade darker below.
I stopped to watch the snow fall over the water; the silent lumps of feather clustered in bunches here and there along the water's edge didn't move -- long necks craned back and tucked under wings for the night, various geese and swans along the waterfront were not bothered by my footsteps along the path, nor were they plussed by Jasperbeagle's panting and sniffing.
Not until the very end, as I turned off the path to walk along Las Vegas Mimico, with its garrish holiday lights on every townhouse, did I glimpse the merest hint of pinkish light peeking up at the very edge of the horizon.
I stopped to watch the snow fall over the water; the silent lumps of feather clustered in bunches here and there along the water's edge didn't move -- long necks craned back and tucked under wings for the night, various geese and swans along the waterfront were not bothered by my footsteps along the path, nor were they plussed by Jasperbeagle's panting and sniffing.
Not until the very end, as I turned off the path to walk along Las Vegas Mimico, with its garrish holiday lights on every townhouse, did I glimpse the merest hint of pinkish light peeking up at the very edge of the horizon.
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