Not many words today, just a gentle love of the quiet blanket snow puts over the earth, and its ironic because today we have fifteen inches of snow and the wind is raging outside at thirty miles an hour and stronger. It’s been blowing for three days, making mountains and caves of snow while in other places the ground is bare, and it is still so beautiful.

I can’t help but think this was what we were made for: taking not only the good but also the seemingly bad and giving thanks for it, reclaiming it as beautiful.

All trees and flowers must rest in winter, all weary souls find quiet in the cold and the darkening days. Snow must come to feed the earth, to feed us.

We must know the cold, for without it we would not know the warmth. Contrasted with warmth, the cold makes your blood run, cold makes us know how alive we are.