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.

Thanks so much for stopping by. I'm here early most mornings with one of my photos and a few words about life and those 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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