August 30, 2022

 

I love the new light the changing season brings. The color is less golden as it sheds its hue and moves toward ivory The rays enter at a lower angle, highlighting objects different than those touched in the summer. I cling to its gentle affability knowing darkness swallows a bit more each day.

Mostly, I welcome the season of light that drenches White Dog Army nappers in a soft pure glow that warms my heart as it illuminates their peace.