Flames in the city

The waning sun gets caught in the framework of skyscrapers

a sun dog shoots straight up from the basilica

buildings are lit aflame by the sunset

and we dress up and go out for dinner, just the two of us,

and love burns fresh and new with promise of even better years to come.


Gratitude journal, numbers 116-187:
123. God's vigilant pursuit
127. Grace = "one-way love"
130. Driving with the window down
139. A break coming soon
144. Tapping trees
146. "if a man lives many years, let him rejoice in them all; but let him remember that the days of darkness will be many." Ecclesiastes 11:8
148. Holding Uriah Fugate
150. Garden planning in a blizzard
157. Sweet southern drawl on the telephone
159. Best friends to whom distance matters not a whit
162. Laughing hysterically because Caleb doesn't understand sidewalks
169. Sunrise white light through the piney hill pendulous with new snow
174. Two whole days with my niece
178. Honesty with my Mama
180. WAKING UP from nightmares
185. God welcomes cripples to the table
187. He makes "all the stones of the altars like chalkstones crushed to pieces" Is. 27:9b