Watching all this snow settle down slowly in piles of powder reminds me of a winter wonderland. If I don't think about how I have to drive in this, or clean it up, or slip as I walk, or how cold my fingers are getting….I can actually soak my thoughts into a dream.
Like sitting inside a snow globe with the snow slowly waltzing back and forth, floating endlessly in the cool air. If life could just pause and give us some time, uncounted for, to meditate in warmth of the moment. To see each single flake softly flow, choose and take its path, without stopping for the time, space, and world around it, and continue onwards. A reminder of how life goes on even if I had paused this moment. If I could paint a picture, I would paint a sole bench in a field of snow-covered grass and trees. As the snow continues to drift on, the bench sits in the field, waiting to serve its purpose and to be fulfilled. And the colors would speak, that for some things in life, we may need to drift on. And for others, we may need to wait for our moment and chance. And that doing both are a part of our own painting.
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