Snow on the ground, wind enough to freeze fire, a chill to shiver the soul -- yes, this is the way I like it.
It was a day of sweeping off the crumbs to concentrate on the plateful. A day to fill my place. A day to be at peace.
Tonight, eating chili at a table shared with three generations of the family next door, was a night to sit warm and glow happy, watching the wonder of a child, the healing of a man, the pride of a grandparent, and the joy of a lover just begun.
Today was rich.
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Hey Debi. Really dig this latest blog endeavor of yours. I love the concept, and will be curious to check out the original site. That's the kind of challenge I could really enjoy. Your writing is really pleasing and striking in many places, especially rhythmically. The daily vignettes are hard to make sense of without context sometimes, but most of them - like this one particularly - invite me right in as a reader and help me to a seat at the table. Very cool. Hope you're enjoying the work and the exercise of it.
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