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A winter day spent at home can be a marvel of inner peace and tranquility. The world outside is asleep and covered with a crystal blanket, secreting beneath, the hope of spring. Nothing out there beckons me to venture forth today, not even a crazy notion to suddenly create snow angels across the smooth white surface or pack up a snow barrier for shelter from snowballs. Even the vision of a future snowman standing sentinel in my yard can’t lure me out. Not today.
I want to listen to the snow fall, hear the squeaky clean air slide down and gently lie at my feet as I stand just barely outside my door. I want to smell the fresh scent of heaven brought down to my level in handfuls, a gift to be enjoyed and used as a memory that I can replay on hot summer nights and savor. When the sun peeks between the clouds, the blinding snow is brilliant with sparkles flashing rainbow colors across the ground that can lure even the most timid out into its frosty glory, but not me, not today. I can see the full round belly of snow clouds crouching across the tops of the mountains, waiting for the perfect moment to carefully slide down the side and spread across the valley.
The world outside takes care of us, wraps us in its arms of snow or sun, sustains our lives and motivates us each day. Be grateful for whatever is given freely and embrace, every moment, the simple pleasures that nature presents.
