Sunlight on snow

I've been following Sue and Bea and Mary as they do Project 365: posting a photo a day for a year. It's been interesting to see their photos, since I knew them as writers first; also, I think I sort of a little bit maybe have begun to see the world in terms other than narrative.

This morning for example the sun finally shone and I ran around the house looking at the shadows and the way sunlight changes the colors of the walls and ceilings and anything else it touches.

Snowman in a globe in a bowl on the windowsill in the sunlight.

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After driving the kids to school I couldn't bear to lock myself indoors with the computer; instead I walked (slip-slid) down to the First Street Rapids and along the river trail, whispering glory glory glory. Sunshine! Blue sky!

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In my driveway I'd heard a man's voice talking, maybe two men, which was odd because, you know, very few people walk the icy hillside at 9am; and I couldn't see anyone. I kept thinking I'd meet the man/men around a corner but I didn't, and in fact the voice/s got louder the further down the hill I walked. Finally I realized I was hearing the announcer at the Cyclocross National Championships more than two miles away.

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I walked to the bend where the swans hang out and then turned back to find a wispy wintery cloudbank creeping slowly, slowly toward the sun. I reached my house with the rain.