I haven’t written much of late. I guess I tell myself I am sorting things out. But sorting for me is writing… so it’s not that. Searching for forward motion had become a perpetual pursuit, but suddenly I have hit a big pile of feather pillows and am floating on clouds of contentment and peace. You give me roots yet allow me to fly… not too far, but far enough. I prayed for you, and the angels brought you here…

First snow day... He didn't want it to end :)