Sunday, February 9, 2025, 15* Snowing
Each day it is more like living in the movie Dr. Zhivago except the inside of the house is not coated in winter. The snow again is easily swept my robe quickly getting wet. Birds sing in calming music but not outside. I poured my cold coffee over ice no use trying to keep it almost hot; first time in the microwave, it boiled over.
At 3:30 I was shaping the words thinking I’d remember later this morning what I planned to write. Something about C. S. Lewis, the formality of writing, the requirements of life.
“He has shown you, O mortal, what is good.
And what does the Lord require of you?
To act justly and to love mercy and
to walk humbly with your God.”
Micah 6:8
Photo: LJ Austin
