Sunday morning. Lake Michigan and the sky are the same pale grey. I cannot see where one ends and the other begins. The green leaves on various trees are almost still. If I look closely, I see a few leaves in the smallest breeze.
I’ve worked hard these last years and written a great deal.
I think it’s time to be more simple again.
The LORD is my shepherd; I shall not want.
Psalm 23: 1 (KJV)