Shadowed with Dreams—-Thursday, December 27, 2018

The air warmed up yesterday

Our world turned into mud

But this morning, as I write to you, there are huge fat fluffy flakes of snow filling in those paces whereby the melt had once occurred.

Delicate and soft like little tiny clouds drifting down to the earth.

Treasure each moment in your heart-each second is a true miracle.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda