“He spreads the snow like wool and scatters the frost like ashes.”
The week before, the trail was clear, and the aspen leaves blocked the sky overhead. What a change a bomb cyclone has made. This day, the snow was 8 to 12 inches deep, and golden leaves dotted the crystalline carpet.
Big falls … “Deep calls to deep in the roar of your waterfalls” Burney Falls
Resting falls … “‘Come, all you who are thirsty, come to the waters’”
Little falls … “He waters the mountains from his upper chambers; the land is satisfied by the fruit of his work.” Fordyce Falls Creek
… on the moss tops of the rocks outside my window today, teasing me to catch the light as it danced into and reflected from the moss. I never quite tagged it.
“Come and see the works of God, Who is awesome in His deeds toward the sons of man.”
What is your life? Days vanishing like smoke . . . strength fading . . . and always remembered.