Saturday, December 5, 2015

Real Wealth

Our home is bejeweled this morning. The sunlit ice crystals are like a million diamonds strewn across the yard by some unseen beneficent hand. I am rich. Although ephemeral and fleeting before the rising sun, this beauty seems to me more real, more solid than any material wealth could ever be. Rich or poor, the frost will be here to adorn my yard. You may scoff, but say I am rich indeed.






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