Sitting in the Sun

Warmed by mid-morning light, my arms and my face feel new.  And when I close my eyes, I can imagine something miraculous coming from this day.  Maybe the horses will gallop alongside my truck as I pass by their pasture on my drive into town.  Maybe, somewhere, every passenger will emerge alive from the dark and scattered wreckage of a crashed plane.

Under this sun, on this day, anything is possible.

--Mitchell Hegman 

A photo of the sun—through fog—taken from my front yard