2007-02-01 - 12:15 a.m.
There have been a few times this week when suddenly you catch a glance out the window, and the view outside is doing the snow-globe thing.
We've been treated to gentle fluttering snowfalls lately, and it's so strikingly beautiful... that it's quieting. And somehow, in all of the noise of everyday life, quieting is the highest form of praise I could give anything.
YOU GO SNOW! WE LOVE YOU!
Stay for a while...
No one likes saying goodbye to an old friend, one that you know you won't see for a while...
and you fear you may one day never see again.
