There’s this hill I like to walk to when I’m in Vermont. Standing at this peak, a wide spot between two houses, I can look out over this part of Montpelier: the sleepy little houses with their gardens, a downtown church steeple, more hills–it’s a nice expanse promising peace when the demands of residency begin to weigh me down.
While there in December, I laced up my snow boots and headed toward this hill. I couldn’t remember the last time I was that cold, but I was determined to walk slow. Being from Texas, it’s not often that I get to experience a true winter. On my way to my favorite spot, I passed a shed with bits of paper taped to each window pane. Upon walking a little closer to it, I realized that on the bits of paper were these words:
Faith is the bird that feels the light
when the dawn is still dark. Rabindranath Tagore
Where have words found you?