Deep Freeze

Like armies taking to the fields in battle, the ice marched steadily onward. Starting at the edges and meeting in the middle, its frozen grip grew briskly downward crystallizing all movement and solidifying that which was fluid mere hours ago.

Once again I stand in awe of nature and the uncanny way it has of taking over. It gains control of everything without ever having checked with us.

So too, life goes on without regard for our plans, our ideas, our dreams, our schemes. Time advances on us, like a freeze to unsuspecting open water, and we have no choice but to withdraw… to surrender… to survive… and to wait.

We wait—with overwhelming anticipation—for the sweet, sweet mercy of the thaw.


8 thoughts on “Deep Freeze

    • Thank you Katie! I have been so lousy at commenting and reading other blogs. But I’m glad you liked this and shared your comment. This one didn’t garner much readership or interest so it is even nicer to know when someone thought it was worth commenting on. Hope you’re doing well!

  1. Donald Miller says:

    I’ll make it unanimous: Beautiful. That was the first word that came to my mind. Maybe you should think more about writing that book you’ve been postponing. There’s no hurry, mind you. Take your time and take it one step at a time, but you have what it takes. I recently came across the best textbook on literature I’ve ever dreamed of having. It was written in 1890. The chapter on style is particularly excellent.

    • Wow! Thank you! It’s like I said to Katie… When a post doesn’t garner much feedback like this one, it is really great to hear that a few people thought it a worthy read. And in light of my craziness right now, I appreciate the “no hurry” part. But I know I really should get on it if I ever want to make something happen. Thanks for your encouragement.

  2. JT says:

    This post is particularly poignant at this moment. I am sitting in my office and the heat is obviously malfunctioning as it is about 60 degrees and falling. My hands are freezing but trying to type with gloves on is like trying to thread a needle with your eyes closed 🙂 Come on spring!

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