Low Pond Under Aurora

/ japfth
This morning my assistant and I were walking across a bridge to spend some time with Ranger instructors and take them some breakfast as they teach and mentor America’s future infantrymen.

I could not resist pausing to snap a picture.

I don’t know how men’s souls are not moved by water at dawn, by the smells of honeysuckle and jasmine, and the sounds of water fowl as they explode from the shallows.

It’s good to be, in my view, reminded of beauty and of stewardship and of why we do what we do.

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