“Mom – get your camera.”
Those were the words my son spoke as he stepped out the front door at 6:30 am Tuesday morning.
A light frost covered the ground, and mist clung in the low places.
The sun broke over the horizon as we drove him to work, painting the landscape pink and orange. We watched in silence, until a little voice came from the back seat…
“Grandmom,” it said, “It’s so pretty…”
It is, Angel. It certainly is.
No 4 O’Clock from yesterday…Busy, busy, busy!