I like to take long walks, even in the winter. Maybe especially then.
I breathe differently. I think about what it feels like to breathe. in. deeply. I feel a snowflake touch my cheek, gently, and melt there. It is like the kiss of God.
I listen to my boots squeaky-creaking in unpacked snow and wish for more words to describe the walking sounds of winter. If Finnish has over forty words describing snow, couldn't we add some of them to English? People are always coming up with new words, silly little words like chillaxing...a word which seems particularly ridiculous on a twenty-degree day with a northeast wind stirring the drifts... Oh, I'm wandering again...won't you join me?
The heavens are telling the glory of God, the firmament shows His handiwork...
to keep listening for You.
For You are transforming
my bent stemmed world
into your Masterpiece.
(I guess I'll save "Ice is Nice" for tomorrow...)