December Dance

Every so often, I remember Sophie Ryder's trio of Dancing Hares, go for a visit, pause for a moment, gaze at their silhouettes against the sky.
It's not primarily about the drawing; it's the permission to go, wait, see.

Both foreground and background are ever new: a symphony of shifting light, scudding clouds, changing weather, circling seasons, splashing children, sniffing dogs, fishing men, and hungry birds.

Isaiah 45:18.