Dear God:
Today, I am thankful for a peaceful morning.
I pull the curtains aside and peer out of my studio's window to study the landscape. I see the culvert and city park that lie behind the house, the trail that T and I regularly hike, the houses in the upper neighborhood, and the foothills that form the Front Range.
Observations: A fresh layer of white snow covering asphalt, cement, dirt and grass - no discrimination here. Evergreen trees flocked in their winter best - more heavily on the south-facing side. Deciduous trees with bare branches encased in ice. Shades of gray reminiscent of Ansel Adams' winter portraits of Yosemite. A shroud of fog embracing all. Except for short walks with T, a very good day to work indoors.
For this blessing, I am grateful.
Amen.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment