I got up early this morning to catch the sun. It was—30 degrees—(oops, sorry, Beth, it was 10 degrees), and I was going to go out. I looked out the window and saw the most beautiful morning light. But before I left, I realized some of the most beautiful light was all around me. I had to open my eyes and see it, so I did.

The sun may be the world’s greatest painter, insight, and out. Come along.

The sun shines on this kitchen window for a minute or two each morning. I finally caught it today.

Our friend Bliss makes Christmas angels out of corn silk every year. Ours has been hanging on the kitchen wall all year, and the sun lights it every morning. The Holy Spirit?

The exploding Amaryllis – the Windowsill Gallery.

Sun on the living room wall, 8 a.m.

Sun on my Calla, on the dining room table.