A blanket of snow lies across my yard again this morning. Amazing. Discouraging. I hold both ends of this continuum in mind.
Silently, without fanfare, they fell
Each tiny flake but a dot
Yet they accumulate into a mound.
Individual patterns of ice
Connecting to cover the ground.
Singular efforts can work with others
To form changes.
terierrol 
At this point in the winter, the magic of the snow is replaced, for most of us, by the annoyance of delays and sliding sideways on the once beautiful flakes. Thank you for the reminder of its beauty which is still there. I will try to look at the next snowfall, tonight, for what it creates.
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