Court of Atonement

I got into the hot tub with Ken this morning and looked up at the tamarack tree. Usually, I see abstract faces outlined in the branches; some look like angels, or someone I might know. Although they are just branches and twigs, faces appear quite clearly. Once, I even saw what looked like my sister amongst the tamarack needles. I mean, this looked like someone had made a painting of her out of tamarak branches! Today, that is not what I saw. Instead of gazing happily at