Escape Into Winter

. An escape route that leads nowhere but away. Some days away is where I want to be. I could slip from the room unnoticed but not reach the bend out of sight, thanks to that fence. . There is always a fence. . . Eyes linger where my feet can’t go. There is perceived

Silence, Solitude, Sanctuary and the Son

Sunshine broke through the overcast yesterday, scattering light on the evergreens where crystal droplets hang. Most of the autumn colour has disappeared, at least here at Wildwood, and the crunch of leaves has been replaced by a softness underfoot where sodden gold and brown languish in puddles. . God has blessed every season with unique