Due to having covid again I have had to isolate. I can only stay indoors by myself so long before my spirit kicks at the goads. I have long since reached that point. So I took time to relish my favorite time of the day from one of my favorite spots.

I have seen many much more ornate places in my life than a pond in south GA. I have skied steep slopes in Switzerland and Austria. I have enjoyed Florence and Venice, Italy on gondolas. I have gazed out upon Paris at night from the Eiffel Tower, etc.

But when I am on a pond an hour before the sun rises, and the ducks and cranes begin to rustle, and the temperature drops, and the fog hangs in an ethereal mist over the surface of the water like something out of a Poe story, and the sun’s first gold rises from behind the pines, it’s about as content as I can be in this world. I think nothing of politics or strife or covid or of the silliness of so much that fills our days. I think only that I am grateful for such moments, for the sky bathed in honeycomb light and the smell of the air in the morning and of how none of it is by accident.

Below are a few shots from my old iPhone from some of my early moments to just before the sun emerged from over the pines. I hope you enjoy, too.