Tuesday, February 11, 2025, -9*
From the only window she can reach, Soleil shares her light with me refusing an offer of hot coffee. Leaving no imprints in the snow, her companions walk through the woods, climb easily over boulders perhaps stop stand atop to look for landmarks or to see where they’ve been. They even wander around and cross the pond, never losing balance as they walk the length of fallen trees. At times I’ve seen them crowded on the ice as if to hold each other up. I’ve never seen one shivering they don’t wear gloves or winter things. When she leaves, Soleil forbids her companions to stay but while she’s here, she lets them play.
"He who dwells in the shelter of the Most High
will abide in the shadow of the Almighty."
Psalm 91:1
Photo: LJ Austin
