Low Tide, Busy Sky

My routine seems to be evolving toward: walk, weed, knit and read. There's eating in there too, don't worry.


I want to add this prayer. My son wrote it after seeing the photo:

Early in the morning I look for direction
Grey skies and stormy seas are a symbol of the uncertainty each day brings
I look for a beacon
A reminder of hope flashes on the horizon
The waves are relentless and powerful
I let the currents guide me to a safe harbor
Protected