As the thin, cold air wistfully settles into the valley, leaves urgently rush to the chilled, heaving soil.

With certitude they converge in a blanket over the Earth in search of a rest-filled place, sharing warmth with the ground.

Perhaps, during this season of giving we can, in a particular way, seek to offer an analogous warmth to those in our community who are also cold and heaving.

© Jarrod Kinkley. All rights reserved.

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