Winter has crept in. The air is cold and the wind can come upon you so suddenly it chills to the bone. The sky has a different light on these cold days. First purple and blue then fading in the distance a creamsickle peach and ivory with white puffs of clouds in the looming distance. Its constant shades and shadows threaten a squall overhead and within minutes the whole picture changes to dark gray and deepening indigo as clouds approaching and little white flakes out of nowhere fly about.
The days are short and the nights long and cold. The woodstove is crackling inside and the sun is low in the sky. It is nearly the year’s end and as another December rolls away we wonder at the moving of time and the secrets the next year holds.
There is something sobering about another year’s end. The reflection on our lives is a poignant time we pass by quickly and eternity seems somehow closer as December 31st nears it’s arrival.
Another winter has come, another year is fading, and time is a constant reminder that these days and years will one day altogether end.
“Kiss the Son, lest he be angry, and ye perish in the way. Blessed are all they that put their trust in him. ” Psalm 2:12
Sarah Hopkins Art 