I've said it already this year, but I have mixed feelings about the Christmas season; not about the meaning behind it or the festivities we enjoy, but over how it magnifies our loss. But I still try to enjoy it all as best I can, and when I saw this while I was waiting for Abby's Youth Group outing to end tonight, I thought it was lovely:
The soft light, the colors, the freshness of a forest-green tree. It practically begged me to approach and take its picture. And then when I did, I noticed that I could see my reflection in those shiny ornaments.
I'm tired and the words aren't really coming to me, but there was something sweet about seeing myself there on that tree.
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