11:10 p.m.
The promised snow started to fall while I was outside walking the dog.
The late night is silent and I could hear the flakes as they landed on the hood of my coat.
I could see their soft, downy-soft fall illuminated by the streetlight.
It felt like the Spirit descending.
It looked like what it feels like to be loved by Heaven
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
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