down the hill over the train tracks through the abandoned farmer's market parking lot past last fall's crispy refugees follow the stark tree lines right up to those normally plain windows glimmering golden like stained glass with sunrise painting every pane on God's house on the hill
Letting the dog out the front door early one morning last week , I was entranced by the sun rising.It's been so drab and gray this year . The light play on the windows of that church on the hill parallel from us was so wonderful .No photo could have done it justice.