I love snow. It snowed just once in all the time I was a child, near Los Angeles. That day lives in my soul with a sense of sacredness that has stayed with me all these decades.
This morning, when I’d about given up on getting another snow in a nearly-snowless winter, the miracle happened. Everything was in glory that brought me to grateful tears.
The snow speaks to me in a language too deep for words. A junco, with his delicate toes and swelling breast, knows the thing that I cannot utter.
Ahhhhh yes, Diane, a lovely snow is unique on Earth... when it's ....just right...so....quiet...almost sacred, inspiring peace...with its sparkly-purity. And when Mom Nature places a Junco in the scene.....perfection!