Tuesday, March 5, 2013
Nearing suppertime, and the sun is announcing itself through the front window like the boisterous, best kind of dinner guest who brings along dessert. These past winter weeks have been difficult, and full, but the sun is insistent against the table, bold against the wall, bearer of brightness and shadows of bending branches. The snow is still drifted knee-high, but the day is no longer hibernating. Spring may be months off, but I trust its coming more today than ever.
Posted by cindy at 4:30 PM