Despite Ric’s protest that the light is not good, I take the camera and drive to the river. It’s February, traditionally a sunless month. I need to get out.
The sky is heavy and grey, clouds undefinable. Still, the sun makes his presence known, as if he too is tired of the somber mood. I pull over to take a photo.
A large bird flies overhead – an eagle. Flocks of Canada Geese line the river banks, Mallards among them. A pair of Common Mergansers float past.
I take very few pictures, content to feel the cool air on my face, offering a silent prayer to the sun that he stay strong, keep persisting.
Soon these trees will be ripe with buds and the thrill of migrating birds. I can wait.
Let’s evoke the power of the sun this week, with images, poems, and stories to warm us up.
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