We woke up this morning to 3 inches of snow and a winter wonderland of snow-covered trees.
The sky is blue–a perfect day.
March has crept in like a lamb, soft, white, and fleecy.
In these turbulent times, can we hold ourselves with a soft and fleecy kindness? A soft compassion for our own troubles and the tribulations of the world.
The snow will melt. Maybe not today. The frozen world is blanketed with soft snow.