I was outside working yesterday when it started to snow very lightly. Drove home from Shelburne through this very light snow. It decorated the trees and bushes along the roadside with white highlights, like powdered sugar. It was beautiful, the first snowfall always is.
I ran into one of my neighbors at the supermarket. He was genuinely crestfallen about the start of the long, cold winter season. I tried to tell him how beautiful it was, how even in March when we're all sick of winter, it is still beautiful. He wasn't convinced.
There are only two ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a miracle.
Albert Einstein
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