Oppressive, wet gray clouds can hang over our shortened December days, or we can get a day like Sunday–crisp and cool with that magnificent low sunlight that peaks through the trunks of trees or across the Sound, creating blindingly bright reflections off of the water. Winter is so unlike the high, endless summer, when the sun wakes and bakes us from 5AM to 9PM and then lingers through twilight until 10PM.
This time of year on the 47th parallel is magnificent. And I am so glad Esther and her family had me come by their home in the heart of Vashon to enjoy the morning. It could not have been planned any better.
What a beautiful family. In all ways.