A late scrich, though the pondering has held all day. Winter’s storm coming in and the wind has truly danced a dervish with the trees, birds, and even a hobbit trying to open her back door. Without the images, the wind cannot be seen. Unseen it dropped the temperatures 20 degrees in just over an hour. Unseen, save for the clouds, it bends the falling snow parallel to the earth. Unseen it moves the snow laden clouds across the mountains. Unseen, it will adorn the mountain tops with ever so stylish white caps by morn. Unseen, it ushers in a frozen night holding all still but its song is most certainly not quiet.

Listening to the wind’s song and pondering a day of shoveling in the morning, the image joined the mind’s pondering. The evergreen was laden with heavy snow after a similar snow. The sun’s touch revealed the image of a heart. The unseen wind left a calling card. The dawn’s arrival, frozen and quilted in snow, revealed its heart. And so the whisper turns my thoughts to the power of the unseen and Its Heart. So many ways to look at life’s storms. Tonight, may my heart sing with the invisible wind. Tomorrow’s welcome of cold and shoveling to be welcomed with eyes looking for the calling card left behind. And, smile, should the combination dare to blind my eyes, to know Love’s calling card, the glowing heart beneath the frozen snow, was left when my eyes opened to behold the dawn.