December Morning

December morning looking west

Rain, rain, rain.  Yesterday and last night rain, at least down at the house.  Up on top of the hill it snowed last night.  Only a dusting, but the north side of the trees still wore the white powder where it blew in hard and had not yet been melted by the morning sun.

The winter is coming in slowly, but steady.  The wood stoves, the rugs on the floor, the thick curtains on the walls make the little house a haven.

A news show on finance, yesterday, asked, "How much money do you need to feel rich?"
I ask the question, "What does money have to do with it?"

The scientists are talking about water on other planets, and other planets that are like ours, mean while, industry is poisoning our water supplies and polluting this planet.

Some people will never have enough.  Some have nothing and it is more than they require.  Some look at their place with gratitude and awe.  Some can't bother to stop for a moment and appreciate what they have, but only look at what else they can get.

Thank you for this morning, for this sunshine, for this cold wind, and for the body that carried me up to this look out.  I know I won't always have these things, but I am grateful for what is mine to live and love, while I am here.