We wake to snow. Just a dusting on the hills and the rooftops, but snow, nonetheless. We were warned by the evening weather forecast so it’s not a complete surprise, and it won’t stick around so there’s nothing to grumble about.

It’s amusing, more than anything.

I look up at the pale blue sky that’s dotted with clouds but promises sunshine later, and my eyes are drawn to a tiny area of golden hue that takes my breath away. Surprise! it says. Here’s a little gift for you.

And another day ripe with pockets of wonder and delight begins.


I’m a writer, reader, and creative. I thought by now I’d have things figured out, but I keep coming up with more questions. I think that’s okay. I’m here most mornings pondering ordinary things and the thin places where faith intersects.
1 comment
  1. The last snow . . . perhaps?

    I saw a pocket of wonder looking into the face of a hibiscus bloom this morning before my painful eye treatment.

    Thanks, Linda!

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