I always expect to hear the angels sing...

...when witnessing a dawn like this!

When I awoke this morning (refreshed and without an alarm – I sleep so much better alone) and glanced out the window, I didn't notice the sunrise because the action has shifted southward. But what glory met my eyes when I went to let the dogs out! The beauty was equal parts delicate and dramatic; I grabbed my camera and stood in the open deck doorway snapping away. I think the angels were singing; my ears are just too feeble to hear their frequency. ;-)

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The angels may have been singing along this afternoon, too. We ate dinner at my MIL's after church, then went with her and a friend to an assisted living facility. She had asked Brian if he would play a couple hymns on his violin for a lady they visit there twice a week, and he grudgingly agreed.

With some encouragement, he/we moved from the lady's room to one of the day rooms so more people could hear, and he ended up playing old hymns and Christmas carols for an hour. The joy he brought those residents was plain to see on their faces; there were even a few tears. I quietly suggested to Brian that maybe he could go back another Sabbath afternoon to play for them, and he seemed willing.

When I attended boarding high school, groups of us called "sunshine bands" bussed to nursing homes on Sabbath afternoons to sing for the residents, so today brought back memories. I will admit it was not my favorite activity as a young person; at this age I can appreciate much more what it means to shut-in seniors.

A lot older and a little wiser, at . . .