an icy sunday

an icy sunday

A thin membrane of ice coats every road, branch, twig, pebble making stepping, walking, traveling treacherous today.  In the maze of our everyday lives, like intertwining branches, sometimes, it is better to absorb time in the far corners of our life-canvas and wait in prayer and hope with others who do the same. Someday, if it is meant to be, we shall meet… or go our separate ways.

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