Passionate thoughts about the world of writing and the Power of God
Window, cold to touch
Breath suspended, visible, a white cloud
Shiver, involuntary, shaken off
Engine warming up
Frost spread out like frosting
Fire crackling
Yellow horizon, pink, then purple
Winter . . .
Father, thank you for the seasons. Their unique purpose and beauty reflects your ability to work everything together for good . . . In the Name of Jesus, Amen.
Ah, a perfect description of our morning. Winter finally arrived after months of unseasonably warm weather.
I love the four seasons–can’t wait for a blizzard!
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Good timing.
78 the last couple of days but dipped down to 60 last night.
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60! By the time we reach 60, it’ll feel like Spring, Dayle.
We don’t get “blizzards”, Bren, except up on the passes through the mountains. Once in a great while we get a fair amount of snow on this side of the mountains. Few can drive in it around here so it’s a good thing it doesn’t come often. On this side of the mountains we mostly have rainy winters. We’ve had a couple of cold spells this year. Having grown up here, I prefer the cold winters to the wet ones.
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Yeah, but it’s a wet cold.
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It is when it rains. When we go though the freezing and below freezing, the sun is out and it’s dry. Love the beauty of it.
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Into the Fire 
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