It's the first real snowfall of the year. Everything blankets in a soft white; untouched. But as everything seems to fall asleep this winter, it's still more beautiful than ever. The sun rises, just as it does every morning, bringing so much light and joy. It shine's on all things covered in white, bringing beauty to the things that appear dead. Giving them life when all that surrounds is frigid cold. The sun shine's bright, beams bursting through my bedroom window. Giving my hair a new shine and warming my body in a new way. The flakes randomly fall from the branches of the tree outside my window. Each one, laying ever so gently on the soft ground. I watch, yet ponder on how something so small could bring so much beauty and peace to a loud world. And even though we can't see each one closely, they are all so different and so complex. Even so, you are displayed in it all. And this is not the last--your grace will keep falling. Your warmth will keep satisfying. Your love will keep covering. Your beauty will keep the peace. And your marvelous light will keep shining through my window, every day.
