Last night as the house settled into its quiet slumber, and I was the only one stirring, I went to the front door and peered out. There had been a light dusting of snow. No big flakes. In fact, the snow had come down as tiny little specks that floated and hovered like fruit flies in… Continue reading transformation
Tag: Georgia and the rarity of snow
In the Quiet of the Waiting
Have you ever been to a sporting event? High school football game? Little League baseball game? It's a bit rowdy and full of excitement and noise, right? Even when sitting in a theater and waiting for a play to start or waiting in your pew for a church service to start, there's a rustling and… Continue reading In the Quiet of the Waiting
I Might Need A Nap 