On to the New

It’s a gift when you can see the sun rise on New Year’s Day. It’s a crisp morning with frost glazing everything with sparkling diamond dust. As cold as it is, there is a hint of spring in the crisp, morning air.

Yesterday, on our way home from delivering tofu to the Anacortes Food Coop, a rising full moon lit up the evening sky. We stopped to watch it as the last of the swans flew off to their sleeping grounds. If you’re a feathered bird, it doesn’t really matter where you sleep each night. Wherever you go, you’ve got a warm, down blanket covering you.

2017 is now just a memory. A collection of thousands of photos. It’s on to the new.

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