i love snow on the weekends. seriously. as long as i don't have to go anywhere.
as of right now, i don't have anywhere to go, unless one of my pregnant patients goes into labor.
the snow makes everything so quiet. have you ever noticed how if you roll your window down just a little when you're driving in the snow, it sounds so different? calm, quiet, muted. and it looks so pure, cozy, magical.
i know, there are a lot of things to dislike about winter. but i love when i can see the beauty of it. snow tells stories. right now, there is a fresh blanket of about 5 or 6 inches out there. just outside our house. i love that every single flake of it is completely unique. that's just plain magical! and i love that there are footprints from the dog. i can see exactly where she was running, when she decided to flip snow with her nose. it can see the past. i just find that so enchanting. snow covers the dead branches and brightens the gray of the skies. it looks sort of hopeful. it hides the blahness of winter and casts a new feeling on everything. it makes the house seem cozier...even though we're not doing anything different than any other winter day, it seems that the comfort we take in one another inside is thicker on days like today. i love that i have seen snow countless times in my life, and there is still such an awe that i take in it. something that settles my heart. something so steady and stable about standing at the window, in my pajamas, cup of coffee in hand, and seeing the sparkle of the blanket that feels...so....right.
Isaiah 1:18 "Come now, let us reason together," says the LORD. "Though your sins are like scarlet, they shall be as white as snow; though they are red as crimson, they shall be like wool."
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