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Pink fleecy flock fled Toward the sun escaping Midwest winter storm
© 2013 Thomas W. Cummins
Posts Tagged ‘snow’
Sunrise Cloud Retreat
February 21, 2013Can’t complain
February 27, 2008Turned around halfway to the prison this morning. All clear here, but snow and slick roads 45 minutes south. My ABS system was squawking when I tried to stop for a driver turning into a filling station. That was enough for me with many miles of hilly, winding, two-lane road ahead. Driving conditions have caused me to come home on only two occasions in seven years. Can’t complain in the least.
But I do miss seeing the men, and there is no small amount of prep time to get mentally ready for my visits to the prison. I’m also aware, however, of the name frequently given to the highway I travel each Wednesday: Blood Alley. Next Wednesday will be better.
No hurry
February 1, 2008The snow came, 8 inches. St. Francis stands at the patio’s edge wearing a white shawl with matching tall hat of fluffy snow. So far, there is a path shoveled to where the paper landed at the end of the driveway.
It looks like a good day to get some thinking, writing, and reading done with brief spells on the end of the shovel. No hurry.
In a dim light... 