Gust of Resistance

The biting wind of March reminds you, even at a time of renewal, there are challenges. Sometimes the gust of resistance can be too much. 

I know two people who could be as tough, harsh and resistant as that wind. Directness like none other, snap a wondering soul to attention. 

But every spring melting snow exposes. One finally succumbed. The other continues to stand. 

Everything and Nothing

The winter, bitter at times, can provide stillness like nothing else. Through the tree's dusted branches, set among the random, one of a kind drifts, you can see everything, and nothing. Like looking into the familiar faces that make up this Iowa town…sometimes you see everything… and nothing. Strange to ponder. Bitterness, fear… and love can do that.