The light is always changing on our lake. And moving from our southwestern window toward our western ones. We love it here. The shadows from the Oaks that pointed so diagonally across the lawn are now moving toward the house. The snow on the lake has turned to a ice cone crush. Drops of water from the melting snow are coming off the roof like rain. The wind was still blowing hard yesterday, and there was a chill, but Spring is in the air. It's change we can believe in...
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