|Sunrise, Christmas morning|
We get such amazing sunrises in Crofton. Pulling on my sweatpants and jacket, I put the leash on Shiloh and headed to the beach. By the time we got there, the rosy glow was more a yellow light, but reflecting on the water it was still breathtaking:
|Christmas morning in Osborne Bay|
We spent an hour down there, until day was fully broken, and then went home to enjoy the rest of the day. A couple more walks, a delicious dinner with friends, a good book and some quiet music and it was time for bed.
It has been an emotional week - memories of Christmases past and the newness of Christmases present, reconnecting with someone from my past life who is now battling cancer, forgiving old wounds and sharing new joys. Then, today, two friends both said the final farewell to their beloved dogs. How life changes, how precious each moment is. Hug your friends, hug your family, hug your hounds. You never know what the year, the month, the week, the day will bring.
But we always know that the sun will rise again. And in Crofton that sunrise is beautiful.