Cold this morning, some light snow from dissipating showers. There was some wind, not as much as I expected, but some gusts enough to whip up small puffs of spindrift. There were tiny snowdrifts where larch twigs had fallen on the Trail.
Next Sunday’s Lectionary is about the Transfiguration. I wonder what stories we have about the events which uncovered to us the hidden nature of things; or when we discovered what Christ was doing in a particular situation.