The Foot of the Cross

With each passing day toward winter, the days grow shorter. Night comes quickly, and lingers long. The sun hangs lower on the southern horizon, giving feeble warmth to the homes tucked into the shelter of the hills.

Daylight wanes at 4:00, sending us hurrying up the mountain for our daily exercise activity. We reach the top, breathless in the howling wind, and marvel as always at the beauty of our slim archipelago lying upon the vast cold blue of the ocean.

It’s good to be alive, to be on the islands, to look forward to the whirling blizzards and long winter evenings ahead, to feel your encouragement and support from afar, and to remain, as always, at the foot of the cross.