Yesterday was the Ides of January.
The dead of winter.
Yet, just when we thought we'd had all the cold we could stand, the sun came out ,and began melting the snow and ice.
Weather forcasters smiled as they predicted temperatures over 32 degrees....balmy to us, after enduring the bitter cold that has blanketed our valley.
It may take several days, but the warmth will turn the crusts of stubborn snow and jagged ice into trickles of clear water.
What had seemed so heavy, stationary and threatening, will change into something more managable.
It wasn't, after all, what it appeared to be.
How like our lives, these periods of bitter weather followed by relief.
No matter what our present circumstances, they are not going to last forever. Nothing does.
There is always hope for the inevitable, predictable change that will, in good time come our way.
The dead of winter.
Yet, just when we thought we'd had all the cold we could stand, the sun came out ,and began melting the snow and ice.
Weather forcasters smiled as they predicted temperatures over 32 degrees....balmy to us, after enduring the bitter cold that has blanketed our valley.
It may take several days, but the warmth will turn the crusts of stubborn snow and jagged ice into trickles of clear water.
What had seemed so heavy, stationary and threatening, will change into something more managable.
It wasn't, after all, what it appeared to be.
How like our lives, these periods of bitter weather followed by relief.
No matter what our present circumstances, they are not going to last forever. Nothing does.
There is always hope for the inevitable, predictable change that will, in good time come our way.
