When I left for my walk this morning, the sky was just beginning to lighten in the east. A half moon floated overhead and the morning star shone in the west.
Fifteen minutes later, the sun was nearly up and the sky was cloud-free and incredibly luminescent.
And a half hour later, the sunlight was reaching the tops of trees and buildings. I was intrigued by this high-level repair work.
And back at home, the sun was just gilding the tops of our locust tree and the neighbor’s tulip poplar, with the moon overhead.
"Instructions for living a life:
Tell about it."
Mary Oliver in "Sometimes"
I've taken on a prayer practice of looking for the moments of light in each day, whether actual or metaphorical, and then writing or posting photos of what I find.