In the early morning cold, I peered out from my bedroom window. In a split second my eyes caught the silhouette of a man wrapped in black, both arms lovingly around tallis and tefillin bag as he passed between two houses on his way.
Dawn was on fire. A bright rich orange glow bursting onto the clouded sky captured me in awe.
This is the early morning that my husband entered on his way to converse with the Creator of earth and man!