Life changes |
| Crystal Clear Winter has frozen all movement outside. Cold creeps into my cabin and I wake to tend the fire, poking at coals, adding kindling. A whiff of smoke puffs back at me and I taste the acrid woody warmth. Hidden away from the clanking, honking, rush of our yesterday I breathe air that smells washed clean with a hint of pine. The dawn catches no sound not even the trickle of water nor your absent snore and from my frosted window I see a crystal world of unsoiled prospects. --- Judi Van Gorder Notes ▶︎ |