The first snow of winter fell last night. I woke to the stillness of a world newly blanketed and the strange and unmatched light that comes with freshly fallen snow. So early in the morning, no one had yet trodden it; only the slight prints of a fox marked it where I looked beneath my window. My white fox in the snow?
It’s Advent. Come thou dayspring: another season of fasting and waiting, veni veni Emmanuel, come, thou everlasting light. My lord my husband seems a little better these last weeks and can walk downstairs again, but he has not yet seen his tomb.