"When dawn spreads its paintbrush on the plain, spilling purple... ," Sons of the Pioneers song from TV show "Wagon Train." Dawn on the mythic Santa Fe Trail, New Mexico, looking toward Raton from Cimarron. -- Clarkphoto. A curmudgeon's old-fashioned newspaper column, cross-breeding metaphors and journalism and art, for readers in 150 countries.

Tuesday, December 23, 2014

Warmth amid cold, two days til Christmas

My warm cabin, watercolor card
It's sometimes a cold world out there, but I keep finding lots of warmth in ordinary people every day, at work, at play, with friends and family, and in between. I don't like the term "Random acts of kindness," as though it were something new. I believe most people are good and share that goodness in so many ways, just because that's who they are, because of their humanness. Maybe that's why I keep coming back to my cabin in the mountains, a place of warmth in what could be a cold world, but overhead and inside, there is hope and warmth. Is that not Christmas?

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