Chilly - not the country or the food; An oddity in the back; Dove descending

I first woke up at 4 at the insistence of the felines. I think it had something to do with wanting an early breakfast. Pesky little urchins.

Then I went back to sleep and woke up at 6:30. The first thought to hit my cortex was, "It's freezing in here." I wandered off to the kitchen for my glass of iced tea and to take my meds, as I came back into the living room, I glanced at the Atomic clock, and it screamed out 32 degrees inside, 40 degrees outside. No wonder, it felt like it was freezing in here, it literally was.

Well maybe it was freezing in here. I looked back at the clock a few minutes later and discovered that the inside temp was constantly changing. It was looping from 0 to 60 degrees and then around again and again. The wee manual, all of 2 inches by 4 inches, said to press the set button. Which I did, and the inside temp stablized at 68 degrees.

AS I stood at the sink and was looking out the back window, I noticed not a creature was stirring. No squirrels scampering and no birds pecking.

Maybe it's always like that this early, and I've just never noticed it before.

The piece of stained glas in my living room window is obviously from an old church window. It's rectangular with a gold circle at the top within which is a semi-abstract descending dove with dark green wings, a light green head and a red body. Of course, it only comex alive, when it receives direct sun light.

There's a white cloth panel inside the stained glass that catches the color and texture of the dove. The projection reveals far more than just looking at the glass such as the tiny variations in the glass. The head is a series of small dots; the left wing is a series of streaks and amorphic blobs; the right wing is totally different, it's a maze of crystaline fractures; the red body is very similar to the left wing, but the shapes are larger; the circle is composed of flecks of gold, except for one section in the upper right that is a lighter yellow with dark splotches.

It had it's transitory blaze in the morning sunbeams and is gone now. But what an etheral delight it is while it lasts.

PAX! Erin Go Braugh!