Small Pleasures
Today was a perfect winter day--gloriously sunny and calm, with wind-sculpted snow casting soft blue shadows on brilliant expanses. On our way home this evening, after having gotten together with my family for our own church service, we exulted at seeing the power poles replaced and the lines strung to within a quarter mile of our house. Right across the road from our house, however, a broken cable end still trails into the field. Perhaps by tomorrow evening, one week after we lost power, we'll be back to normal.
One of the sights that put a smile on my face this past week on my way to school was seeing icicles pointing in all kinds of unlikely directions. The power lines, as they fell, must have twisted, leaving rows of icicles pointing straight up, or out to the side at 90 degree angles, in some cases. And every humble twig and weed was absolutely exquisite, a jeweled still-life, posed for everyone (or absolutely no one) to see and treasure.
To be sure, things go awry often in this battered world that is our temporary home. But even then, small pleasures abound, and we enjoyed a goodly number of them this past week.
One of the sights that put a smile on my face this past week on my way to school was seeing icicles pointing in all kinds of unlikely directions. The power lines, as they fell, must have twisted, leaving rows of icicles pointing straight up, or out to the side at 90 degree angles, in some cases. And every humble twig and weed was absolutely exquisite, a jeweled still-life, posed for everyone (or absolutely no one) to see and treasure.
To be sure, things go awry often in this battered world that is our temporary home. But even then, small pleasures abound, and we enjoyed a goodly number of them this past week.
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