I’m not a morning person. I’m not an exercise person. I’m not a diligent person. But for the past few weeks, I’ve been driving two miles down the road to meet up with my sister early in the mornings (before hubby heads to work) to go walking/running. For three weeks we’ve endured all sorts of weather and darkness. Some mornings we’ve been drenched. Some mornings we’ve marveled at the glittering sky and watched vivid shooting stars.Tuesday morning I woke in the dark, layered on the clothing, headed outside into the heavy grayness, waited for the ice on my windshield to thaw, drove through the fog, and met Shannon to begin our walk on the quiet country road.
May I tell you, I’m loving the time change.
Halfway into our walk, we had the promise of rosy dawn on our left:
And the retreating full moon on our right:
Hello, sunshine.
Through the fog towards the west, you can barely make out the hill which I call home
(at least a little parcel of land at the base of it…), and see the acres of ‘lawn’ which span the mile or two between us.
Our walking/photo session ran long, I had to hurry back so that Russ could make it to work on time.
Back home, I stopped at the end of our driveway to capture the view back towards Shannon:
Russ hurried off, but there was more magic to capture.
