Thursday, December 10, 2009

Is it really winter?

It’s cold, but I can’t help but pause, and gaze at the frozen garden with dusk descending upon it like a soft blanket of quiet white cotton. The texture of the snow layers, glittering under the fainting sun, made for an enchanting world, and beyond this frosty world a red geranium is just the thing for a warm counterpoint—the image of our days in which we plunge from despair to hope.

May your days be warm and cozy, and all despair melt in the December sun.