21 Days From My Window
Through my window this morning I see the snow fly in the winter wind. Small white flakes twist and turn rise and fall on a million separate roller coaster rides just past this cold pane of glass. The snow quickly gathers on the ground, on the cars, on the branches of the trees---and still the wind blows and scatters whiteness all around.
I am reminded, sitting here on the other side of the window, of a winter scene inside a snow globe. Before the pretty white flakes can whirl and fall, the snow globe must be shaken, turned upside-down---a scary prospect indeed, if you are on the inside. This stormy week of cold and loss, ice and freezing rain has been that shaking, upside-down sensation.
But now, before my very eyes, that winter snow globe has been set right again. The base rests on a level surface and the shaking has given way to softly falling snow that will soon blanket everything in sight. I sit for a moment, peering through the glass, and watch the flakes as they chase each other to the ground. It is a beautiful thing to see.
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