Everything Has a Season

Everything Has a Season

The last leaves are still holding on for dear life. They refuse to see the change of the seasons for what it is. Their refusal to let go does not stop fall or the biting cold air from coming. It still comes. The frost will still lay down in the sheets of white to...
In the Midst of the Storm

In the Midst of the Storm

A rainbow followed me this morning. There wasn’t even a hint of rain in my path as my glance fell across the mountains. I took in the promise painted with gentle strokes across the cloud spattered sky. It was a quiet proclamation. I AM here in the questions. I...

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