I went outside, surprised to see the frost-touched grass, that it had stayed frozen throughout the day. I looked to the white sun, seeing it in the water, feeling there was little warmth left in it, and that it was always low on the horizon, and that I’d miss it if I wasn’t careful. If I lingered too long with my tasks, it would suddenly be gone, slipped behind the mountain.
Even the large pines were dusted silver, and the grass crunched under my feet as I climbed the hill, sitting for a moment, staring out on the lake, the fading light, seeing frozen drops glistening all around me, feeling that the world had quieted, suddenly overnight, whispering hush, rest now.
The lovely Jodi Sky Rogers just shared a guest post I wrote for her blog, and I feel so excited to have written it. Thanks, Jodi, for asking. You can read it here.