Snowgeese sail overhead, their voices different than Candada Geese, but equally pleasant. Equally enthusiastic. Equally Majestic.
I can't help but run alongside. I wish I could journey with them, see what they see, feel what they feel. Know what they know.
Snow comes, and snow goes, like the two sides of a bridge. On one, the current flows towards you - inhale. On the other, away - exhale. Like all good blessings, it's the coming and going that makes them doubly sweet.
Mother Nature does not hoard her snow, off it goes to nourish rivers and streams. Likewise with us. A smile, or a compliment nourishes those downstream.
Inhale - receive.
Exhale - release.
Turn around and watch. The water's still coming - don't worry about that. It loves the flow.
