My shoes sunk deep into the path with each step. The water had saturated the ground and I tried my best to stay in the gravel areas where water drained better. My mind was drawn back to the hills and sunshine of another season. I missed the bench where I could lay out my journal, enjoying the valley view of farmland below.
Winter seasons can be challenging; a lack of brightness, restricted mobility due to weather and opportunity. I love to sing a song in anticipation…
“The winter is past*
The rain it’s over and gone
Flowers they bloom”
Son 2:11 For lo, the winter is past, The rain is over and gone.
*JoAnn McFatter, Winter is Past