New Year

Each year goes by faster than the one before.  Just like everyone else, I’m finding my way.

We celebrated my birthday a few weeks ago. I’ve been on this planet for thirty-five years.

We finally had some snow. I spy Ethan. Do you?

This is our bedroom window on a cold winter’s morning.

I’m in awe of the beauty of this planet. And I’m always looking up.

It’s nearly February and the geese are still beating their wings and honking.

I’m rewarded with color.

And beauty.

And squirrel tracks.

Each year we reflect. I love what I see.