Monday, Beautiful
Where our hope gathers.
I’m on my way to meet my friends. Driving across a half-frozen spring valley of the waking morning. Come with me for a few moments.
The cold spring sky begins to shape my thoughts affecting my mood and dazzling my eyes.
It’s as if someone with a sharpened No.2 pencil is carving bare deciduous limbs into the morning canvas of the bitter-cold sunrise—the …