After the big storm, there was peace. It was almost as if it didn't happen, except there is enough debris around to remind you that it did. As the sun got ready to set the evening of the storm, the clouds revealed their golden lining lighting up snow covered peaks. It felt a bit like a rainbow promise after Noah's flood.
Some of you have asked what happened to my husband's glasses. Well, they haven't been found yet. From his best calculations, he figures they are likely out somewhere in a neighbor's field or beyond.
Thursday, January 10, 2008
Peace After the Storm
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1 bouquets of wildflowers (Comment here):
when I left work I had my glasses on my head-- and when I got home I couldn't find them.
Then I found them in the car.
I was sure they blew away at first.
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