The sun has hung itself in the low branches of the tree outside my window. It hangs there like a disco ball, and I can hardly bear it because this day has been one of the ones I'll always remember as perfect. Even this - the way the sun tucks itself between the branches at the end of the road. It rests at the perfect angle to slip itself in through the window. It warms my cheekbone and makes me squint as I type through light-diamonds glistening on the tips of my lashes.
Winter made a fashionably late appearance, her skirts twirling and bare shoulders glistening - mouth turned up in a smile. She laid out her finest and left us breathless and we have soaked it in and soaked it up and we can't stop singing and standing at the window, or pulling over to the side of the road to trudge (because skipping is impossible) through snow that comes up to my knees and tries to spill in over the tops of my boots. I trudge to take pictures of the celebration, and trees decked out in white jewels against a turquoise sky and I hope the trudging looks like dancing when you see me as you drive by. It's all so beautiful, I can bearly stand it.
Pictures cannot do it justice. And the songs I sing aren't nearly good enough to express just how much I thank God. He spent the weekend painting the world in beauty, and then extended his hand to invite us all to join the dance.
Can you hear the music?
~~~
With Michelle...
...and (on Wednesday) with Laura, too...
...and, in celebration of my One Word for 2012:
2 comments:
Great photos!
The photos are so pure and magical!! xo
Post a Comment