It’s 11:00 in the morning, and the sun isn’t rising; isn’t setting. It lingers in the southeast right now, and will remain in the southern sky for a few hours a day throughout the winter. It’s like having 4-5 hours of that awkward rush hour sun in Minneapolis where sunglasses don’t quite cut it while driving. Yet, it’s so nice to see it pop up and remind us that it’s still there.
As the sun struggles to break through the trees, you can almost hear it say “don’t worry, I’ll make up for it this summer…!”
On days like this, the cluster of birch trees in the yard glows golden, and the air is crisp. Snowmobiles zip by on the sides of the highways, and a large black bird soars above it all, looking for a snack.
And the neighbor’s front yard still sings carols to the rest of us.
Stay safe, and be good to each other.