Early Snow – February Fog
This year we had great hopes. The cleansing snow would last, the healthy air would crystalize our breath, the change would be permanent.
We should have known. Manna must come every day, new born. Hope is a daily gift. You must gather it fresh. It will not keep. You must go out and gather it. It will not come to you unless you do, and yet it faithfully appears when you look for it.
Take a step out into the fog. Breathe. Receive.
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