A carols its’ welcome to the new day.
I love hearing birdsong on a spring morning.
This vista was worth more than all the gold I might care to own.
I reviewed some recent photos. This one is impossibly lovely.
Another day blazes into existence.
A farmers’ yard light is a tiny speck lost in the immensity of a field of corn stubble barely illuminated by a glorious dawn.
So it is with all of us, mere specks in the immensity of all that is.