The sun peeks gently through the leaf barren trees on its rise from the east. A layer of ice coating the pond offers up its etched reflection as light fills the sky. The storm has passed and the winds have calmed, but in its wake has been deposited the frigid arctic blast challenging the old furnace and stove. Like the etched reflection from the pond, I reminisce with the quiet of the morn and give thanks for blessed time with our grandchild. Back secure in the care of her mom and dad, her absent chatter and frequent hugs leave a void filled now with silence. Prayers of thankfulness for her visit and safe return are the layers upon which the icing of memories is spread. Now the task of return to routine exercise, writing, and reading is upon us. That return comes wrapped in a blanket of gratitude for love’s diversion for a precious few days. That beautiful diversion was, for its duration, a gratifying purpose!
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