We hiked up to our cabin this past weekend.
Our busy lives had trapped us
in the valley smog for too long.
Deep snow packed roads left us
to hike alone
for miles
through frosted trees
and rolling hills
vast vistas of frozen water
sparkling like millions of diamonds
in the morning sun.
What I enjoyed most was . . . stillness.
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| Few venture into the mountains when all is white. For those who brave the cold and ice comes a quiet whisper . . . trust God with all the seaons of your life all that seems wrong will someday yield to spring. But for now . . . rest and feel at peace. |
