Monday, February 17, 2025, 12.8*
Ruger came to my door eager to talk this morning wiggling all over. Did Zsolt and I wake him talking about Chris walking on the roof yesterday? Zsolt did not like the scraping. Ruger wasn’t happy waiting while I tried to open the door which wasn’t easily gliding, which wasn’t easily doing anything. Of course I unlocked it! A few more tugs it was free. 4 more inches of snow through the night, crunchy.
My coffee is already cooling. From what I can see at first light, through this window, there are no broken trees. We have a high wind warning, as do many places. There will be snow in the air again as plows push and pull it – the motions of making bread. The snow too will rise in the wind. Mariah blows on the railing creating a mini blizzard. Soon she will be shaking the evergreens taking their white coats.
What today is this? I have to walk to another window to see Soleil gently touching far off trees. Night to morning. Morning to night. Darkness to light. Light to radiance.
“But we all, with unveiled face,
beholding as in a mirror the glory of the Lord,
are being transformed into the same image
from glory to glory, just as from the Lord, the Spirit.”
2 Corinthians 3:18 (Tree of Life Version)
Photo: LJ Austin
