We got some snow. Pearl loves it. Sam and Jon shovelled it. I look at it, shuffle through it. Ponder the why of it all. Why snow? Why something white and fluffy and cold? Winter branches with buds waiting for spring, the color of a fawn. Looks patient against the pure whiteness.
I need some patience too.
Wait. Trust. Hope.
Pray.
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