Temperatures plummeted over night. I’ve always wanted to use that word! The combination of humidity and cold left the sun to find its way through the fog. Visibility on my run extended only to the sides of the road, like running on path with no possibility of wavering unless you were willing to head into the unknown chaos of the fog. I sometimes wish that God would lay out my life path so clearly!
Listening to an audio presentation of The Snow Queen, I felt as if I’d been transported into her world. Everything was covered with that thick hoar-frost, muting what little light the Christmas bulbs were valiantly trying to put out. The horses and cattle were frosty and beautiful and all seemed magical.
Fog swirled around like the ghosts in A Christmas Carol. Going out to feed the cattle, I switched my tractor lights on, and I love it when I need to shine those big flat lights. I felt like I was flying through space and time. Christmas lights shone on our home and the lights on the tree inside could be seen through the windows, guiding back into warmth and comfort. Incredible morning.