This is a soft morning–quiet, still, mist hovering above the ground, and roofs white with frost. Not a car goes up or down the street and even the squirrels are hiding. It’s a hushed world.
This morning is like an empty canvas, waiting for the artist. With brush in hand, we begin the day, dipping into colors that make it what it will be. What sort of picture will you paint?
Speak Your Mind