It’s cold outside when I am wandering around in the fog with two jackets on and kid gloves. The gloves aren’t warm enough–in fact, they isolate my fingers and make them go colder quicker.
Numb fingers now.
But yet, the camera must capture the frost on the trees; the fog; the cold. It keeps me going, even when the cold pushes up against my face and stifles me.
Someday, it won’t be winter anymore.
Something else on my mind:
I don’t have a lot of time now. Between work, school, and church, there just isn’t time to take off and do something. There are lots of things we would like to do–go snowshoeing, shoot our bows, visit family, etc.–but we can only do that on occasion.
But that’s all right. Because we do manage it on occasion. Because, I think, we will never, ever have more time. Life is ALWAYS busy. Schedules are always trick to arrange.
So I can’t hold off living until I have more time–I’ll never have more time. I only have the time I have now.
I’ll try to make the best out of it.