Ripples

Winter is here. Mornings are colder, evenings come earlier. 

 By the time I've finished the outside chores my fingers are feeling like icicles.  

Let's race inside and get the fire going.  Hold on.... just take a look at that sunset!  

The ducks on the dam are swimming in swirling circles,

 the ripples overlaid with gold leaf.

'Eternally Grateful'.

  This heading caught my eye as I crumpled up the newspaper to start the fire.

 I stopped for a moment to read on.....

A young mother was thanking a man for saving her son's life.  An ordinary day turned out to be quite the opposite. Her toddler was choking on some food and unable to dislodge it she ran out onto the street screaming for someone to help her.   Other cars had driven past but he had stopped and he saved the little boy's life. It seems these people live on the same street and are now good friends.  A heart warming story with profound and far-reaching consequences.

'Remember there's no such thing as a small act of kindness 

Every act creates a ripple with no logical end.'

Scott Adams

The kettle's boiling. Time for a cup of tea.
Pull up a chair by the fire and we can toast our toes together.
 Do you take sugar?