Glaciers

Daily Meditation #331–1/20/2023

(Apologies if this isn’t as “flashy" as usual. I am writing and publishing it from the Warsaw Airport!)

This morning, I flew over the southern tip of Norway and Sweden.

As we were 41,000 feet in the air traveling 600mph on our recliner-filled and carpeted missle, you couldn’t help peering down over the crags of the sprawling fjords, the morning light throwing their huge shadows like tiger stripes — the dirty white snow of the mountains and the shadows mingling.