The light at dawn has been exquisite these past few days. Opening our windows to the east, the sun fills my umbrella pines, which hold on the tip of each spine, a drop of dew. The trees, for moment, light up and sparkle as if a miracle is upon us. Which of course it is.
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
Miracles of Le Marche: 6. Winter pine tree
The light at dawn has been exquisite these past few days. Opening our windows to the east, the sun fills my umbrella pines, which hold on the tip of each spine, a drop of dew. The trees, for moment, light up and sparkle as if a miracle is upon us. Which of course it is.
