We are driving under a blue sky—the promise of spring— and the road is bleached white from its winter salt treatments. The trees rim our going, bark-bared and pristine, flashing glimpses of pale new skin underneath the peeling old. I shiver at the way the white settles into the cracks of worn out things—remnants of the cold; dried up bones of the skeleton that supports a body made of trees and grass and concrete, of flesh and blood. Just this morning I noticed them—those fine white lines settled around my eyes.
Laura Boggess is the author of Playdates with God: Having a Childlike Faith in a Grown-up World. Laura lives in a little valley in West Virginia with her husband and two sons.
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