Cold

It was a cold day. The wind blew. The fly shop never opened. I didn't fish. The sky was wintery. And I was cold. Cold in a way no blanket or fireplace could help. So I drove. I thought. I remembered. I grieved. I drove. Even the beauty of Yellowstone was colder, more contemplative. I stopped a few places, braved the wind, and let my mood direct the camera as I took the pictures.

And yet a small tree, soon to be complete buried in snow, will reappear in the spring, ever stronger and more resilient.

And the Rock

Today was difficult, as I came to realize just how much grieving I still have to do. I so want to be whole again. And yet I know my life has purpose and I am being guided. Lord, keep me on the path set for me.