Saturday, March 1, 2014

Reflections (guest post by Cyndi Lloyd)

Perhaps fog is a temporary blinder that prevents me from seeing my surroundings – a veil shrouding the outside world in haze and silence.  I look inward and become reflective.  Once lifted, I pay attention and notice things I hadn't seen before.

Maybe on a cold evening, before the sun goes down, blemishes of dirty snow expose a beauty that has always existed – in a puddle of grassy water, a reflection of Gidget’s sweet face just before she takes a drink.

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