Peace
I trudged through snow on the sidewalks, stumbling a few times as my feet slipped. The wind was strong and pushed hard against my body. I had to grasp the collar of my coat to hold my hood on tight around my face as icy fingers of the wind pinched my cheeks. It was colder and windier than I had thought when I left the house. It was only a few minutes to walk to the church, but oh so wintery. Songs of Christmases of old would have highlighted my journey to the old building beautifully. "Oh the weather outside is frightful ..." was the theme. When I approached the church, the woman in front of me was wearing slipper-like shoes over her bare feet as she sloshed through the snowy path from her car to the church steps. I shivered for her. But now I had arrived. Shaking snow off my coat, and with my glasses instantly and frustratingly fogging up the second I stepped into the warm building, I quickly found my seat in an old pew. My Dad sat there waiting. This was my Mom's choi...
