12/06/24
5:10 pm
The gray of the overcast twilight sky is subtly tinted pink and the snow on the hillside reflects it. The scene touches me somehow and reminds me that this is a holy time. I feel the energy of it: Love. Nostalgia. Hope. Suspense.
Ribbons of light stream past on the highway below as people drive home from work, anticipating the evening ahead.
The kid in me gets excited at the sight of the red and yellow lights that line the roof of a semi’s big trailer as it climbs the western hill and disappears around the curve that heads down into town.
This childlike delight is a part of the season, too.
Think of the face of a three-year-old gazing at the Christmas lights, at lacy flakes of falling snow. Such wonder!