Watch for Light {Advent} |
I face east. Toward the crest of Carter’s Mountain. Jefferson walked those lines. A vineyard sits atop these hills. Today, the trees stand stalwart against the winter; they have shed their fur but are courageous. All is bare. But all is hopeful. Light is coming. My hands soak the warmth of steaming mug. My breath … Continue reading "Watch for Light {Advent}"