It's a silvery still November morning, with the sky freshly washed clean, like laundry hung out on the line.

Ten o'clock in the morning.

And I haven't brushed my teeth or washed my face... but it just feels so pure, the air. Reminds me of that winter's morning in my sister's home in Kent, England, three years ago.

I'll go for a walk. :)

"Early in the morning
Will I seek Your face
Drawn by the Spirit
To the promise of Your grace..."