Snow

My world is quiet this morning except for the sound of a shovel scraping on the sidewalk. The superintendent clears a path for those who must go to work. Snowflakes fall against a gray background. White layers the rooftops outside our bedroom window and softly piles on the narrow ledge of a red fire escape.

It’s such a contrast from two weeks ago when we hiked the dusty, narrow trails of Sabino Canyon in Tucson with James, Kris, Caleb, and Daniel. How good it felt then to cool my feet in the cold waters of a small pool at the bottom of the canyon.

Laurence looked out from under his jacket hood to where I stood by the living room window and waved goodbye this morning. He’s off to work in a clinic at Elmhurst Hospital. Likely, patients will cancel appointments, and the usual chaos of Medical Primary Care will know a rare calm. I have a dress to sew today, some proofreading for a friend, food to cook, and the Spanish language to study.

I marked Psalm 51:7 in my Bible this morning: “Wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow.”

Have a good day! Berniece