A look at the bare trees in my back yard just offered up a memory, more of an emotional sacrament really. Moments earlier, I was listening to my kids slam the same door over and over again because my 3 year old thought it was hilarious. Needless to say, the distraction was a welcomed means of grace.
Funny how the mind works, when I saw those trees, I was immediately carried back to my bedroom as a teenager. I remembered sitting on the roof outside my window and staring at the skeletal silhouettes of leafless trees on cold winter nights. If my boyfriend had left cigarettes, I would sit out there and smoke them. It was hard to tell what was smoke and what was chill in the thick night air. [click to continue…]
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