Tuesday, December 18, 2007
Thursday, December 13, 2007
Monday, December 10, 2007
There's something quiet about the cold, something private.
Perhaps it's the way we hunch over keeping our arms as close to our sides as possible, our hands tucked into pockets.
With our ears to our shoulders, we do not invite the friendly conversations or simple nods hello from passersby.
As we enter into the warmth of inside, we stand up, we loosen ourselves both physically and relationally. We say hello.