The bride approaches as the mercury is quickly dipping. A Staub pot bubbles with lamb stew to welcome her into my home.
I sit next to my heater bundled up waiting with an open heart.
Let the colors shine though.
The skies may be overcast but the warmth that comes will come.
This secular year is about to close. My wishes go out to all those that struggle.
I will keep you all in heart as this year ticks to the close.
Keep your heart on the real prize.