Beauty inside and outside

I got out to the cabin for the first time in months on February 16. The whole week had been what some would call a tease. A hint of spring. A preview. I went out after a couple of near 50 degree days and bright sun, and I didn’t even have to turn on the heater. In just those few days, the cabin had lost her refrigerator chill. I don’t know what it is about that particular kind of chill. Maybe, even when you’ve never been in a morgue, it strikes you as a place not fit for the living – and I just don’t like it.

But I didn’t find it! The warmth was the biggest surprise. I was so grateful for it and to be there…in it.

But you know what I didn’t see until today? Until I captured the pictures I took that day? It was the dichotomy between the inside and the outside.

All I really did that day was sit a while, take some pictures, and sweep the cabin out. When I saw the picture of the broom, and the pictures of the snow, it just struck me. It was beautiful outside the cabin and beautiful inside – but the beauty was so different.

I thought – maybe we’re like that.