Change Is Hard

…but change is certain.

Saturday morning light


Weekend possibilities are endless.

Weekend possibilities are endless.

Saturday morning, early because some short furry member of the household insisted that I get up before 5 a.m., I am puttering around trying not to feel grumpy and tired.  But I am grumpy and tired.  Said furry member of the family has long since gone back to sleep when I notice the sun tipping the tops of the trees out back.

Happy light.

Happy light.

I hurry her awake and we go outside, slipping on the frosty deck and almost falling, but feeling decidedly less grumpy.  I take a few shots of sun on birch.  Katie stands hopefully in her kennel.

Hey mama!  Can I stay outside?

Hey mama! Can I stay outside?

And then I notice this:

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Two sandhill cranes flying silently across the sky.  Amazing.  And I would have missed it if someone hadn’t insisted I get up.

I forgive her.

Told you mama!

Told you mama!

Author: dawnkinster

I'm a long time banker having worked in banks since the age of 17. I took a break when I turned 50 and went back to school. I graduated right when the economy took a turn for the worst and after a year of library work found myself unemployed. I was lucky that my previous bank employer wanted me back. So here I am again, a long time banker. Change is hard.

5 thoughts on “Saturday morning light

  1. The little girl knows these things 🙂

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  2. I’m pretty sure Katie had planned that for you.

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  3. These Shelties of ours are forgiven anything, especially when we’re able to capture beauty like you have here! Well done, Katie-girl — now, back to sleep!


  4. Good girl Katie!


  5. Sometimes a real insistence on seeing the beauty is what carries me through my frustrations. Glad Katie showed you the cranes 🙂


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