Mt. Hood Sunrise
Morning has Broken Even the darkest of nights, Can Explode into the Lightest of mornings~ Taken by Autumn Watson {5 min. walk from my house, at 7 a.m.}
The spandrils of magic that weave or fragile control into a tapestry of life and Godly amusement are embelished in knots. Little knots hiding in the fabric. Tangled knots making a gnarled mess for anyone with the heartwill to fight them. Tight knots of indestructible build. Loose knots that can be unweaved. Those knots are what I write about.