We have been blessed with a Snow Day.
And it is a blessing in more ways than one. Yes, we have an unexpected day of rest to add to our weekend. But there's more...
January thaw... A wonderful concept, really. Happens every year, right on schedule. The temperatures rise, the sun shines brightly for a few days, then.... rain.
I love a rainy day, don't get me wrong. We need the rain, to quench nature's thirst and to appreciate the warmth of the sun. It's calming, to listen to and watch quietly from the livingroom window.
But it also leaves behind a whole lot of grey. Muddy streets are lined with salted trails of ice. Trees become bare and appear to ache for their lost blanket of white... I can almost hear their branches cry out to the moon.
So here we are, in the midst of winter's blissful promise: Light always returns in one way or another. Whether it be in the form of a white, fluffy snowfall or the bright rays of a gleaming sun. Or simply, beautiful, in the hope that lives within us all, if we are wise enough ~ and strong enough, to hold onto it with all our hearts ~ even as it rains.