Last night, as I drove home, the sun was a huge glowing orange ball on the horizon ... my phone camera's picture doesn't do it justice, but ... it works.

This morning, I woke to very fine icy snow falling ... gave the neighborhood a foggy look ..

And, from the inaugural poet, Elizabeth Alexander:

What if the mightiest word is love, love beyond marital, filial, national. Love that casts a widening pool of light. Love with no need to preempt grievance.
In today's sharp sparkle, this winter air, anything can be made, any sentence begun.
On the brink, on the brim, on the cusp -- praise song for walking forward in that light.

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