posted by some mindful webworker, mostly,
on various other sites, in various guises,
and selected responses.
I arose late to a light sprinking of snow
I arose late to a light sprinking of snow, almost a mist, drifting down through a gray morning. Feels like January. Some brave bird sings out. The coffee machine gurgles and steams. Cats gaze out, happy to be in.
Out of nowhere came a man with a miraculous message.
Presented in illustrated documentary, what we know of his story, and the history of our community he inspired.