Sunday in March.

I got up early, took the plastic-bagged paper with me, and ended up in Trego at 7am for breakfast.

Did you get a little sun out there yourself, this Sunday in March?

'Twas a beautiful morning, the drive up 53, the sun rising over a frozen, snowswept landscape. The trees give no hint of the upcoming Spring, still dormant, so you have to rely on faith...

Worshipping the gods, we are. Still, this Sunday, in March.