Waiting

Brown paper packages appear under the non-traditional tree.

I sip caramel macchiatos in coffee shops in the afternoon.

Gerry spends time in the garage with a table saw.

I light three candles: for hope, peace, and joy.

It gets starts to get dark at three o’clock.

Shortbread calls from the freezer.

Canada Post comes through.

All is calm, all is bright.

And still, no snow.

We wait.

Word wrangler. Photo taker. I'm here early every morning with a photo and a few simple words. Thank you for stopping by. | Nulla dies sine linea: not a day without a line. | Coram Deo: in God's presence

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