The first snow of the season fell yesterday. It brought a moment of euphoria as I reminesced about those wintry days back on the Hill. I also remembered that one quiet winter night when Luce Bella and I ceased to break the snow beneath our boots to listen to the subtle whispers of the falling flakes. They sounded like the pleasant sparkling of little stars twinkling in all subtleness in the most secret corners of the heart.
Luce Bella and I are now too far apart to listen to the snow together, and we've passed along a long and windy road towards an irreplaceable friendship. Perhaps we shall be listening to the snow holding a different person's hand in the coming winters, but I know we will both hold the memory dear to our hearts, not to live in the past, but because it reminds us of the beauty God has placed in nature and within us. And I know we can and will use such beauty to love the others that may enter our lives.
Winter is cold indeed, but it is during the coldest times that one can truly discover and appreciate the warmth that often go unseen in the sultry heat of summer. Maybe it's because we yearn for it all the more.
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Did you know? When people ask what my favorite memory is, the falling snow is first on my tongue. God is always in our midst, and in our case, we heard Him through the whispering snow.
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