DREAM HOUSE “CODA” (part three)

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 Here comes a Coda—the first of many? This one comes on the heels of the Day of the Epiphany, and it feels like one: Although we do not get sunsets at our house, we do get stunning winter sunrises. 

I was reminded of this when from the cozy vantage of bed, I looked up and saw a most beautiful blend of colors illuminating for me my Dream House! 

But rather than spotlighting the front of the house as it does at sunset, the striking light show was emerging from behind it, leaving the part of the house that faces mine in shadow. 

 








 

 

After the first lights of the sunrise, it will take the rest of the day for the Dream House to reveal itself in its full glory. 


But I’ll be waiting.

 

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