Just yesterday - the landscape was painted in reds and yellows and imperial golds.
Today - the palette is brown and grey....dotted with color-less evergreen.
Before the sun warmed....the earth was cold. The morning was sugar-coated and frosty.
No thing - I thought.
But there - and in and among the lack of color.
There it was. There they were.
Five little ones - still - holding on.
Five little ones - still - breathing.
A last wish. Or - maybe - a first one.
For all good things.
I dare to hope. I imagine.
I open my eyes.