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Saturday Dawn.

Sunrise, Saturday, February 3. Just minutes before this picture was taken, the sky was as gray as the frozen lake. I had gotten up around 5, and prayed the rosary in our chapel. By the time I had finished, Pam was up. We sat in silence, a table between us, and rejoiced for a new day.

I sat reading as Pam made coffee and emptied the dishwasher. I would have my turn Sunday morning. I'm reading David Whyte's Crossing the Unknown Sea: Work as a Pilgrimage of Identity; I had checked it out from the library Friday morning. The author had been commended to me (he's done work on poetry in the workplace); and, as it turned out, this was a good book to bring on retreat.