It’s snowing. It’s raining. It’s dark out.
And so peacefully beautiful.
I have been sitting in the night-covered fresh snow for about half an hour, mixed rain and frozen flakes pattering on my coat and my hat and my hair. The sky is glowing a soft gray-pink as light reflects back and forth between dripping clouds and sparkling white land. Every so often, a slight whoosh! and muted plop! signal a bit of snow losing its grip on a tree branch and falling to the ground below.
I am so blessed.
A little ways away, the glow from the windows of my little house promise warmth and dry shelter when it gets too cold and wet to sit out here. The sturdy logs hold safe my loved ones and the memories of our days together. The frame supports a latticework of laughter and teasing and music and even occasional tears. Love overflows here.
I am so blessed.
The landscape rolls softly around me, covered in its winter quilt. Trees stand along the perimeter, branches lifted to the sky, their fluffy white bracelets and gowns a temporary raiment for an extended ball. The quiet sings a hymn of peace and hope. It sings praise and thanksgiving. It sings, and I lift my face and whisper in echo:
Thank you, God, Creator, Absolute Love. Thank you, for
We are so blessed.
-KJ Roe
Dreams of Shadow and Light 