On the way to Montgomery Bell State Park last weekend, a snowy rain clouded my drive.
The light, white blanket that warmed my heart the following morning:
Do I dare walk along a path untraveled?
The quiet mist and sleepy snowfall outside my window belie the world in which I have been living these last few weeks. Being blindsided for the umpteenth time by the uncertainties of life, being rushed along all that entails the fullness of life, there is refuge in this wooded quietness. Ironic that in the absence of flashy color, in the dullness of winter's dormancy, in the stillness of gray snowfall, that is where my heart is revived.