Through the Frosty Pane

It's snowing once more. The flakes are large and white, yet foreboding nonetheless. Perhaps it's my mood today. I feel like I'm falling into a deep chasm from which return is difficult, if not impossible.

Getting to church this morning was a chore through the unplowed roads yet prayer seems to be in order for today.

Well, my brain isn't working this morning. I suspect I should attempt more later should the desire to write strike me.