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This is an exercise of discipline...for any living in Michigan, you probably know my motivation.

Snow mesmerizes me.
Watching its gentle descent as the individual flakes meld together in one shimmering blanket captures my attention until seconds melt into minutes and the time passes as effortlessly as the snow dissolves.

It's not always gentle.
The sideways assault of blowing snow also bears mentioning. As the wind whips it around like miniature tornadoes and sometimes seems to slam it over roadways and through treetops, I marvel at the power of what seems to be innocent powder.

And then there's the draping. Have I mentioned the elegant covering that fills the nooks of bare tree branches and carefully coats the evergreen boughs? It sneaks into the window sills and cracks on garage doors. It piles upon rooftops, fences, and the abandoned patio furniture that some neglected to harbor indoors.

For those living close to Lake Michigan, I expect that the view of icy waves suspended in a frozen frame revealing their intent to turn over and crash into the shore is as glorious as in previous years.

Outside of the view of snow on mountains, there is nothing so glorious.

We've been blessed.
Week after week a day or two of school has been cancelled.
Kids can stay home.
Safe.

The winter sights signal a marvelous creator.

Thank you Lord, for snow-filled splendor to disguise what otherwise may appear to be deadened, barren moments. You are good.