Monday, February 3, 2025, 27*, Snowing.
What was that sound? A crash? A thud? Something loud. Uncertain, we all looked around. Was it outside? Had a tree fallen on the roof? We resumed what we had been doing.
Later I remembered; I began looking. Pictures I hung in the hall last week remained in place, those leaning atop shelves were still there. No books lay scattered. What was that sound?
Trees stood undisturbed. Nothing laid on the roof or against the house. The dogs looked at me when we heard that sound. There was force behind it. What was that sound?
In the living room, a bare wall, not quite – there was a picture hangar. A. C. Holeywell’s print had slipped, wedged itself between the wall, the back of the sofa, glass and frame intact. Like a fuse, the wire, though new, had broken becoming the catalyst for that sound.
"Seek the Lord while he may be found;
call on him while he is near."
Isaiah 55:6
Photo: LJ Austin
