Winter Light

There is something about winter light.  The low, light gray or blue.   Sometimes when I walk the girls in the late afternoon I can only see their silhouette against the low light.  They always know where I am as they romp through the woods.

It's true about kids.  I think they always know where parents are, no matter what.  And I think it's important for each of us to make sure we know where someone is...

"Sage?  Annie?"

Out of the low light come two crazy labs.  Life is good.

Murphy's Day.