I wrote this on our church’s blog.
Last Wednesday, I literally hit “pause” for a few minutes of my life in order to enjoy the morning’s arrival at the Coast Guard Base in Yorktown where I work.
The sun was rising over the York River. The air was clear and warm. The protected deer that wander in from the Yorktown National Battlefield next door were busily munching grass, as they eat at sunrise and sundown. (I have learned that that means they are “crepuscular”).
The birds, oh my goodness, the birds. Seemingly silent all winter, they had set up a cacophony of sound all together as the new morning arrived. Every tree seemed to have a bird with a different cry…
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