There Is No Thing Lovelier

.....Than the first gentle snow fall of the year. Watching from a window or standing in a white dusted hay field, the first snow of the year makes me sigh with fond emotions that never fail to flood my spirit with white light and childish wonder. There is nothing so magical, so cleansing, and so renewing.
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56-60, F
May 26, 2011