Monday morning

Bitter cold...or at least it seems to me. The sun is just starting to shine after a night of icy rain. Incredible sunrise strikes over the mountains as I drove in the early morning light to work.

More moments of laughter have dotted my landscape than in many a days, but life still feels heavy and breathing still seems to be a struggle. Each day seems to get heavier. Where is the end? What is the bottom? Fear is not something I have felt much of in life in years, but lately it covers me.

How far does it go?

Peace.