Soon the sun will rise.
I love the seasons wherever I am…as I type in the morning, I watch the light change over Lake Michigan. At this moment, the lake is very still. A few ripples. There are icebergs and a ribbon of rose along the horizon.
On Sunday, a wounded fox came to a sunny spot in our front yard, right in front of the house, to rest and heal. He or she seemed unafraid and not in pain. When we came home a few hours later, the fox was gone. I am honored that we were a safe place for a time.
Lake Michigan has always been a part of my life. My parents took us to feed the ducks there in Milwaukee when we were young. When Karl and I lived in Illinois, we drove to Chicago to walk the beach there. Here every season, we usually go for a drive further north to see other views of the lake. I cooked and waitressed at Pizza Hut when we were students at the University of Wisconsin-Madison. So sometimes we pick a Pizza Hut in a northern city for our destination.
We like our “tried and true” routines. We know what a blessing from God they are and not to be taken for granted.