There is a privacy about it which no other season gives you. . .
In spring, summer and fall people sort of have an open season on each other;
only in the winter, in the country, can you have longer, quiet stretches
when you can savor belonging to yourself.
winter has fallen
the air cracking with cold
dawns come late
in the silent dark
I return to the Him in me
in the stillness with Sandy who is flying off to Haiti. Let's keep her in our prayers.