As a life-long resident of the Upper Peninsula of Michigan, I'm allowed to complain about snow. It's my inheritance. But I'm not complaining tonight. It was beautiful and peaceful. I don't think I take enough time out of my day to really appreciate all the beautiful things I encounter. E. B. White sort of touches on this in Chapter XI of Charlotte's Web:
On foggy mornings, Charlotte's web was truly a thing of beauty. This morning each thin strand was decorated with dozens of tiny beads of water. The web glistened in the light and made a pattern of loveliness and mystery, like a delicate veil...
That's how Charlotte saves Wilbur's life, with the beauty and mystery of nature. If we all took a little time each day to look around, I think we'd all see little miracles. Spiderwebs in the fog. Icicles the size of thunderbolts. Snow, fine and powdery.
This Wednesday, I'm thankful for the snowfall I walked in this evening. I'm thankful for the silence of it. The white of it. The delicate veil of it.
Saint Marty has to say, it was "Some Snow."
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