River of Stones: Day 5

Crunch. . . . Crunch. Crunch. Crunch. . . . Crunch. . . . Crunch.

Hard boots crash into frozen snow. Cold bites the nose. Wind whips hair and scarves into a frenzied mess . . . and steals a hat here and there.

Crunch. Crunch. Crunch.

River of Stones: Day 4

Sleepy eyed and groggy, early morning rituals guide her. Stumbling to the kitchen, early morning darkness giving way to early morning sunrise. Water boiling, kettle whistling, coffee brewing, aroma wafting, early morning rituals guide her. Prayers said, hands washed, eyes open, mind alert . . . somewhat, it is JAVA TIME!

 

 

River of Stones: Day 2

A cold January morning. Snow fills the air, swirling, dancing, at times pausing, moving to and fro as it drifts to the ground. Blanketing the earth in a white quilt of drifts forming hills and valleys, quietness descends and all watch in wonder and awe.