Last week, I woke in the darkness to what must be one of the greatest sounds on earth at times, just outside my louvered window: the whisper, then the thunder, of rain. A welcome chill had settled on my covers, and I snuggled next to my slumbering husband, falling back into that wonderful envelope of sleep.
For Every Winter
For Every Winter
For Every Winter
Last week, I woke in the darkness to what must be one of the greatest sounds on earth at times, just outside my louvered window: the whisper, then the thunder, of rain. A welcome chill had settled on my covers, and I snuggled next to my slumbering husband, falling back into that wonderful envelope of sleep.