Each snowflake, like each human being is unique. |
| Another beautiful late winter day, with a few scattered clouds on a sunny afternoon. I open my door let the fresh air in while I fix chicken and apple soup. It is an odd combination, an adventurous combination, a creative combination that warms me up and fills me up. A beautiful late winter day is not a day to worry about bills, about whether I will have electricity or an internet connection next week. It is a day to eat soup, listen to the birds sing, heat water for tea, and was my socks. I look out my door and see the shadow lengthen toward evening, so I will get out of my chair, say my obligatory pray, and get me another cup of soup. |