Day of Fog and Ice

What stupid weather! Below zero then snowsnowsnow then rainfogice. Who's in charge here? I want a word. I didn't really mind the snow, it was pretty, but this warm stuff is dangerous. Good thing I have lots of salt to keep the driveway climb-up-able (we have an uphill driveway for those who don't know).

December 26--Write about something sacred. Rhodes sat in the last pew of the darkened church, the flickering red candle in the sacristy leaping in the drafts that wafted through the nave even on the stillest days. Faint blue moonlight shone through the panes of the stained glass windows down both sides of the church and cast shadows that looked impenetrable. He had been sitting there for over an hour drinking in the smell of the votive candles in racks at the side altars, the remnants of the incense used in High Mass and on feast days, and the misery of years of congregations. When he first sat down and settled there each small sound made him jump and look around. He identified the far-off closing of a door and the slow steps of a man coming nearer. As the steps got closer he heard the murmur of a voice in prayer, he thought, and praying in Latin since he couldn't understand the words. Once he would have understood. He had been an altar boy in the days of the Latin Mass. He had dressed in a black cassock, just like the priest's, with a snow white surplice over the top. He said the responses confidently and rang the bells at the right time. So caught up was he in the memory that he was startled to realize that the priest had entered the church and come down the aisle, stopping a few pews away. He had the sense that the black-robed man in the Roman collar had spoken, asked a question. Rhodes looked up at the gray-haired man looking at him out of warm brown eyes and his hand raised on its own to make the Sign of the Cross. Without realizing it, he began to speak, " Bless me, Father, for I have sinned..."

Ooh, I wonder what he's doing there.

Stay safe on this foggy day. I was going to quote Robert Frost but this is no fog that moves on "little cat feet" this is Bigfoot fog.
--Barbara