Morning Seeing Dimly
Morning on the Lake with hardly a clue where the rest of the world is.
The view from the door, promising a wonderful photographic morning
The ‘home’ birch.
Wiffs and Waffs.
A small hint of something out there.
The sun begins to give a clue it exists.
Is that blue sky there?
The sun is there.
Or is it there?
Or there?
The trees start to appear.
Ducks flying into the fog.
A birch wood of years gone by.
Birch and Reeds with Nuttin’ Else.
The point out the door, after the return, and the fog is lifted – ing.
There will always come a time when we will see clearly, as the light shines
and the truth will be known and the truth will makes us free.