Quiet

Lawn with trees and snow

We wake, staying over at friends, and the day is heavy with falling snow. The large, slowly falling flakes flicker and shift and gently touch the ground. There is no wind.

light on the dock

Sometimes the ‘lights along the shore’ are not lighthouses, per se, but places of quiet and refuge where one simply takes time to watch the setting sun and linger into the dark, comforted with the

Botanical Garden, Burlington

 

 

We all need such a place: what author Madeline L’Engle meant in the book of that name, Circle of Quiet.

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