Today I satin the coldstaringat the pure white snowas the sun embracedand kissed my facewarmthwithin this cold,cold day. Gentle breezesblowing byyet the warmth staysever touchingever bringinga different kind of joya renewed strength of spirita distinct type of being. As I sit quietlylooking across the lakelookingat the footprints of peoplethe tracks of the ridersthe glass ofContinue reading “A Winters Rest”