The sun emerged this morning and lit the icy backyard, the berries, and the Northern Cardinal that always returns. I’m not a photographer, so you’ll have to imagine the beauty:
Imagine the chipper call of that bird against the silence of a winter morning. Imagine the clean smell of snow. Imagine his bright red feathers. Imagine the glistening of icy branches.
I leave for my day of campus meetings and errands, and I return to the afternoon sun now shedding different light. The Northern Cardinal rests in the Winterberry Bush, surveying all that is his. We both rest here in the bright sun.
