Ok, so I’m not the most consistent writer. Life happens. And my audience has enough to read, so it’s not sorely missed. It’s truth, right? Once in a while though, a little motivation comes my way and it seems like putting words down on paper has got to happen. This really hasn’t been much of a winter, yet. We’ve had some snow, some rain, ice and everything in between. Each time it’s a little surprise, even if we know it’s coming. It creates this twinge of excitement thinking about being snowed in with the wood stove going all day and a pot of chili cooking or snuggled up under just the right blanket with just the right book. It hasn’t gotten to that point yet. But we eagerly await the magic. I was surprised early one day as we ventured to the radio station for an early shift. It was precipitating, not quite snow, not quite rain. As I exited the car, just to the right is a line of trees, leafless now, but full of berries. Bright red. The colors were so vivid,
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