I apologize - I am having a problem with the font on my blog today.
I took this picture early yesterday morning, not long before sunrise. I wanted to pick up the beauty of how the snow sparkled like diamonds in the 9 degree F (-13 Celsius) cold. But, instead, I got this.
When I looked at the picture later, I was so surprised to see how the path cut through the snow looked blue. How glorious, I thought.She walked the glorious path, fallen snow sparkling like diamonds in the weak predawn light. The path stretched out forever, crunching beneath her feet, as more falling snow caught in her eyelashes and covered her coat.
She didn't think about how far the path stretched before her, just took it one cold step at a time. Step after step, crunch after crunch, she walked as the snow continued to fall.
Each step brought her closer to a place she knew would be warm and fragrant with the scent of coffee. She also knew a member of her spouse's family would walk the last few feet of her path today. She had that on her mind a lot.
Eventually, she would feel warm again. For now, it was only her, the snow, and the cold.
The glorious path seemed like it would never end.
She trod on.