Room With A View

A magical view of the world presented itself to me this morning, courtesy of sub-zero F temperatures, and a recent snowstorm.

It made me think about the time I tried to lick snow off of a metal rail at our church, and sent a handful of adults scurrying around for warm water to dislodge my mouth from its icy prison.

I was a curious three-year old, who fortunately kept her tongue and lips and went on to become a professional flutist.

Just another chapter in The Love Child Chronicles.