Morning Glory

"But when it shines, and it does shine,
It is the most wonderful place on God's green earth."

This won't be an hommage à la neige - but, sometimes, the early morning light hits the earth at exactly the right angle, and the spirits, so often soured and defeated, rise up in defiance and let out a scream of pure joy. 

Then John Spillane comes to mind, transposing Cork to Canada. And life in this Arctic hellhole seems, just for a minute, bearable.

Then I got in the car and took Ottawacker Jr. to school.