...just before the sun goes down, it surprises you. It paints fire in the distant windows. It catches a light hazy fog and photoshops it like a master. It pulls you from dinner that's sizzling in the frying pan to run for the camera. It just won't happen again, not like this. Perfect angle of light on a December night. (Embiggen photo to get a better look.)We've been in southern California visiting with my mom. Driving 420 miles home on Sunday. All is well. Mom is actually able to take steps with a walker. Bones knit. Healing happens. Slowly but surely.
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