Friday, January 24, 2025, -1.6* Dark. Quiet. Still.
Raised blinds show me a slice of moon moving south where I’ve no place outside to stand. From this one window, I can see Luna playing hide ‘n seek among the trees. Oh, the things she sees, things she doesn’t want to bring into her light. She sees things that make my three bark; all the footprints, all the marks. She looks, never speaks, gives no warnings, perhaps she’s mute or just cold this morning. Like the deer, Luna goes places through this tangled land, places only my camera lens can. Is it deer or something more sinister that my three bark? Would I want to see if I had their vision? I’d rather not dwell on what might be in the dark. Whatever it is, like Luna, it makes no sound.
And now the heavens are getting light. Snow covered trees come into sight. Even in light there are things I can’t see, things even Soleil won't reveal to me.
"Peace I leave with you; my peace I give you.
I do not give to you as the world gives.
Do not let your hearts be troubled and
do not be afraid."
John 14:27 (NIV)
Photo: LJ Austin
