That morning out walking the dogs, he made his way slowly along hand carved paths, taking extra care not to slip and fall. He couldn't afford to be injured. The air hung in place. It pressed on his face and hurt when he inhaled. He never felt more alive and appreciative of the warm home awaiting them.
Together...
Together we can weather any storm.
Please keep looking out for each other. There’s tremendous power and love in community.
Across the hallway...
One clear frigid night...
One clear frigid night along the way,
The cold air did all of the talking.
