Bare

Sometimes when everything else is stripped away, we can see a little clearer. I drive by these woods every day, sometimes multiple times. But for most of the year, I can’t see the morning sun. It’s only in the winter months, when the leaves have fallen and the trees are left bare that I can see through the gray of the trees to the warm glow of that rising orb in the sky. I’m thinking sometimes in life, when thingsRead more