It started so innocently yesterday afternoon around 4 o’clock, just a few little snow fakes. I didn’t think much about it, the snow was so light, you could hardly see it fall. By 5 o’clock, I was thankful that I was home and not outside driving, as the roads had a nice covering on them. Would our dinner be canceled? Well, it was not, and we ventured out at about 6:30–lovely sight. We stepped into a winter wonderland when it was time to leave. Not one plow had gotten to the streets, and we drove on top of a thick, white blanket—kind of fun, I must say. That is, until we got to our hill. It took us a good 7 to 10 minutes to drive a third of a mile, and when we finally made it home, the car smelled like burnt rubber. But we made it, and it was cozy inside. Got a little glass of wine, settled in our sunroom (or snow room) and enjoyed the view.
I got up this morning around 7. The snow hasn’t let up yet, and I hardly recognize my very familiar surroundings, everything looking so different… My “snow room” has an eerie feeling about it, as it is totally surrounded by snow on every window. The sight is breathtaking: thick, thick white covering on all the trees, pine trees looking like giant, sagging white monsters; a most beautiful landscape to behold. I see a few deer way off in the distance, and I wonder how they manage to walk through the stuff. It’s still snowing. Just as light as it did yesterday at 4 pm. So light that you’d think it doesn’t matter–how could it accumulate? But it did. And it does.
So light that you’d think it doesn’t matter–how could it accumulate?
How many things in my life are so light I think it doesn’t matter–how could it change anything? Just a little smile, a small kind word spoken to someone; how could it matter? Well, repeated over and over again, it might change their landscape all together. Just a little indulgence, a small “sin” done in secret; how could it matter? Well, repeated over and over again, it might change the landscape of my life. Hmmm…

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