Snowy Sunday

We awoke today to a beautiful scene outside of our window. The snow is falling quickly to the ground so heavy that we can't see the church behind the trees. It sparkels in the brightness of the day. A fresh new coat of clean and white. We turn on the tv and the warnings are foreboding. How can something so beautiful be so bad? We have no place to go, nothing that can't wait until tomorrow. We will enjoy the beauty of it today. Tomorrow will be soon enough to forget the beauty and curse the inconvenience of it all.