Colour on a cold January Monday

We live in all we seek. The hidden shows up in too-plain sight. It lives captive on the face of the obvious – the people, events, and things of the day – to which we as sophisticated children have long since become oblivious.

What a hideout: Holiness lies spread and borne over the surface of time and stuff like color.

 Annie Dillard

 

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