The sun always rises

The rising sun barely visible through snow laden branches. What a beautiful morning.

I did not realize as I took this photo and basked in how hopeful the day felt, that little Wriggly had been hurt the night before. I am always startled by the possibility for simultaneous beauty and sorrow in the same moment. My father died on the most gorgeous summer day, which seems impossible.
Jayne we are praying for your puppy... that the rising sun tomorrow will bring with it news of an amazing Wriggly miracle.