Yesterday’s Christmas

Even just one small candle can overcome the darkness. That one little light allows us to get our bearings. Shadows cannot exist in the presence of light.

“I’m 88, and it’s getting late. . .”

I got up this morning in the cold dark and peeked outside. The first thing I saw was Venus, low in the sky, bright in the earliest inkling of dawn. I rose, inspired, and soon Mr Darcy and I were on our way to the light. I couldn’t help but notice the beautiful, hippie-carnival colorsContinue reading ““I’m 88, and it’s getting late. . .””