It is early morning, and I am lighting a fire in the wood cook stove. The year's last batch of tomato juice is in a large pot. Water in the canner hums softly as it comes to a boil.
A beautiful sunrise splashes rosy light in through the eastern window, and the beauty of the light lures me from the task at hand.
Stepping outside I am awash in dawn-light. The morning is still.
Where ever you are, whatever the weather, I wish you peace.