This morning we witnessed a miracle.
Colors on the southern horizon shifted in subtle threads: curled, elongated. Peach, pink, beige, gray,
and pale yellow lines did a slow dance of movement and texture.
The Olympic
Mountains to the west shone white-frosted and brilliant against a faintly-blue predawn sky;
quickly they became iced in pink as the morning grew.
A blindingly
white patch of faith appeared on the eastern horizon; it expanded, glowed,
shimmered. And suddenly it burst up above the notch in the mountain range, warming - just.barely - the freezing air.
Dawn!
This morning we witnessed a miracle!
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