The cold does not frighten me, for I see the frost as a jeweler’s touch that sets the world in crystal light. Yesterday the air turned sharp and sweet, pulling me from my wool blanket toward the open slope where the sun still warmed the stones. I watched a butterfly freeze its wings on a gentian flower, then watch it thaw and take flight again when the shadow passed. This…
“I am glad of an opportunity to express, as far as words can, the love and gratitude I bear him.”
