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20 Degrees at 5 am

“Winter must be cold for those with no warm memories.” — Anne Bradstreet Cold mornings call for hot chocolate, candle-glow, a cozy robe, a favorite book, and warm memories. —C.L. Fisher, February 2022 Unless otherwise indicated, all writings and images are the work of C.L. Fisher and may not be copied, used, or distributed withoutContinue reading “20 Degrees at 5 am”

Possibility of Snow

“Despite all I have seen and experienced, I still get the same simple thrill out of glimpsing a tiny patch of snow.” — Edmund Hillary Anticipating the cold, knowing that sharp drop and freezing wind might bring snow, and while my heart longs for the warmth and light of spring, I think it might beContinue reading “Possibility of Snow”

Nesting

For I have given rest to the weary and joy to the sorrowing.”—Jeremiah 31:25 Our little nooks, the comfy spaces in our homes or little arbors in tiny gardens, the places we feel safe, nestled in, protected — when the world  seems filled  with reckless abandon, when you feel hope fading, find a pleasant recessContinue reading “Nesting”

For Granted

*1: to assume (something) as true, real, unquestionable, or to be expected 2: to value (something or someone) too lightly: to fail to properly notice or appreciate (someone or something that should be valued) Indoor plumbing, clean water that is always nearby, a home with walls,  a real floor, a roof, shoes, socks, coats— clothingContinue reading “For Granted”

Familiar Rhythms

After a trial, once the storm  has passed, those hours  after your heart  has been beating so fast, in the still-falling hush once you can breathe again, you find solace in the simplest gifts, the quiet of evening, your own favorite chair, the way sunset casts light through a parted curtain, and you settle intoContinue reading “Familiar Rhythms”

Centennial Park

Community, then, is an indispensable term in any discussion of the connection between people and land. — Wendell Berry We watched the day end along our city’s skyline, the October night harkening back  to all that makes community special — the flavors, smells, sights, sounds that remind you of where you live now, and whileContinue reading “Centennial Park”

A Beautiful Denouement

The last lingering hour before  bed, stars become twinkle  lights, a gentle wind dances  through the darkened leaves,  and you check the doors,  put the house to sleep,  one room and then the next, until you reach me, one candle left to extinguish, one last kiss, and we fall into dreams until  morning. —C.L. Fisher,Continue reading “A Beautiful Denouement”