Sun. Thank you. Sunrise always seems more colored in the context of winter. Against the grey of it. Like a warm bath.
But I have a little cloth. A leaf keeper now. A window to yesterday. To remind me of a more colorful time.
When everything was In Between.
Today I remember my father's last words. Life is beautiful he said. Right after he turned to my mother. I admire you he said.
And the sun rose through a cat's ear.