As I sat at my desk I can't help but watch the snow blowing outside my window. I love the snow, not near as much as I did as a child, but it is still beautiful. The painting of white occuring before my eyes I find fascinating and hypnotic. Just like the sight of a fierce thunderstorm clouds rolling into view, both are proof of mother nature's beauty and rage.
My only wish, is that everyone stays safe, warm, and has time to sit and watch the beauty just as I am.
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