Twenty six below. Snow depth 20 inches.
Funny how we take for granted what we have plenty of but yearn for what we lack. We gain a minute of sun everyday, and every one of them is precious. Recently one of my students stepped outside and caught a glimpse of the sun peering through the trees. “Oh, the sun,” she sighed. Last Sunday I walked uptown and by chance saw these sunbeams breaking through the spruce – there a moment, gone the next. My spirit quickened, Sol withdrew its light and I sighed (as she did). I must not forget.