Peace Like A River


It was a wide river, mistakable for a lake or even an ocean unless you'd been wading and knew its current. Somehow I'd crossed it... Now I saw the stream regrouped below, flowing on through what might've been vineyards, pastures, orhards... It flowed between and alongside the rivers of people; from here it was no more than a silver wire winding toward the city. - Leif Enger, Peace Like A River

Monday, November 24, 2003

Well, don't think the storm was quite the monster that they predicted, at least around here anyway. We probably only got4 or 5 inches of snow at the house. The roads are slick in spots, but not terrible. Still, driving was a bit slow in to work.

I blew out the driveway last night in the blustery wind. Some more has filled in since, so might have to swipe the shovel across the driveway once more.

It's neat at night to look out the windows to the south and see the glow of the city lighting up the clouds. It feels like we're living on the edge of a big something, but we're tucked away in our dark little neighborhood.

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