THE COMFORT OF THE LIGHT…

--The comfort of the light flowing through the windows out into the cold dark night, was enough to inspire us along.
--We each were cold and tired, many of miles had we trudged through the cold white sludge.
--But the warmth of light breathed new life into our cold old bones.
--When we reached the front door I stopped and patted old red once again, as tired as he was his tail wagged and then we went in….