This picture was posted at weather.com and shows a woman walking along the reflecting pool of the Lincoln Memorial in February. The reflecting pool is frozen over, giving the ere reflection from the lights above. Rather than a photographic critique, what I see is the stark loneliness of the woman as she walks along--yet bathed in the light from above. Maybe it takes this kind of a very special day to see that light opening up the path in front of her--but nevertheless, it is there. We all walk this world in all kinds of different weather, especially the weather of the heart. There are those times of abject loneliness and the feeling of isolation. We walk by ourselves--that's what we brought into this world and what we shall take out. Yet however, there is this light and the woman is hardly alone if we catch a glimpse of the Light.
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