This morning while enjoying a cappuccino on our patio, the briny air felt like a silken slip on my cheeks. The birds were mostly silent other than an occasional cry from a nearby eagle and the ‘wha-wha-wha’ from the wings of a small murder of crows overhead. Later, while wandering the farmer’s market, I was greeted by genuine smiles, live classical guitar, magnificent produce, butter chicken, locally foraged mushrooms, and honey glazed cinnamon rolls.
And today, there is colour and light.
The miracle is this: that you will rise in the morning and be able to see again the startling beauty of the day.
William Kent Krueger, from his novel Ordinary Grace
very poetic words to accompany these lovely images