I've heard - that no two snowflakes are exactly the same....that each is gifted with its own unique DNA and personality.
I've heard - that trees speak only in whispers.. That all we need to do is listen.
As I stood in the endless snow's fall - I wondered about wonder....and how we hold onto that feeling. I remembered that first storm of the season...and how I welcomed its coming. There was so much excitement and hope. The new winter world voided itself of all color...creating a blank canvas that cried out to be filled with possibility.
The trees' bare branches bowed and swayed. I so wanted to hear what it is they were saying.
The snow continued to fall in silence. Each flake - I could see - was different than the other...special.
And - once again - I was transported and reminded of winter's endless wonder. It is beautiful...isn't it?