There is something wonderful about snowfall.
As I sit enjoying the steady drift of fragile crystals gently floating to the ground, delicately covering the bare spaces with a white dusting, I am peace full.
Filled with peace in a way Spring, Summer and Fall cannot offer. Stillness inside and outside, no sound, simply peaceful and peace full.
When my calendar calls me to the next thing too often, I miss this experience, oblivious to it.
When present, I embrace the space and it reciprocates.
It’s rejuvenating and refreshing, offering solace and quiet. I am renewed and clear.
Hope and opportunity are always here.
I am here.