It has begun to snow. I am feeling all excited inside. I still feel the same way when it snows as I did as a child. I don’t know why but I just do. I want to see it piled high in sculpted drifts. I want to see the world transformed by the sparkley magic of snow. The pine trees bent low, the fence posts wearing tall hats and the livestock with a snow blanket across their backs. I like the world to slow to a snails pace, to become a place of quiet retreat, to become new again. Bring it on God, bring on the snow!
