I pull quietly away from Bittersweet Farm this morning a few minutes after dawn.
I aim my car through a tunnel of trees just west of the house.
Just beyond the trees I crest a hill and a wide vista opens before me.
There hanging in the western sky is a full moon silver in the blue sky over a vast field of green.
Across the sky flying southeast are a half-dozen beautiful Sandhill Cranes crossing the just under the moon.
I breathe a prayer; “Lord, help me never to lose the wonder of that.”
