Tonight I went out for dinner and music with a friend. We ran into a few friends along the way as we enjoyed great Italian food and pieces of "The Messiah" sung by the Lynden Community Choir. As we turned from our seats to leave the church where the choir was singing I looked at the floor by the door and pointed, "LOOK!" There were little white flurries all around the base of the door. Then, I pulled on the handle and low and behold there was....
SNOW!!!!!!
Gorgeous, wonderful, cold, crisp, white snow covered the ground and the trees and the steps and the cars and the sidewalk; it was everywhere! I was so excited I started to dance down the street, my friend laughing at me the whole time.
There is something magical about snow. A lot of people see it as just one more thing to make our lives a little bit harder with all the shoveling and putting snow tires and chains on our cars and such. But for me it is something special - something different and extraordinary. When the snow falls I can hear laughter and silence at the same time. It's a gloriously beautiful thing.
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