My secret
A couple Mondays ago I got up and got the Bug off to school and then bundled myself up with long johns and mittens and a fuzzy scarf. I got into the car a drove a couple hours northwest even though the weather was bleak; foggy and with intermittent freezing rain falling from the sky. I love days like that though. Fog makes it possible to imagine so much more. What is or isn't beyond your little limited view. And the air always feels full of magic to me. I will admit to not loving freezing rain or the temperatures that go with it very much. As I made my way deeper and deeper into the countryside it felt as if the magic was getting stronger. The perfect little vistas with barns and old farm houses. All cuddled in a blanket of ice covered snow. I'm not usually the kind of person to say such things but it brought tears to my eyes a couple of times seeing such picture perfect places and thinking, however briefly, of all the lives that...