As I look at this photo...of the morning after the big storm, even I have to admit that it does hold a certain beauty. Living it in real life does not hold so much beauty, however. It is cold, and exhausting clearing all that snow....with nowhere to put it all. For me the beauty lies not in the white shimmering landscape, but in seeing the sun shining after the storm. It is the promise that no matter what storms we encounter.....they will pass, and the sun will shine again......and we will be stronger.
“One winter morning Peter woke up and looked out the window. Snow had fallen during the night. It covered everything as far as he could see.”
~ Ezra Jack Keats
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