"Beautiful snow. That's a beautiful snow. Isn't that pretty?" I called out to Son3.
Son3 turned his immediately white-dotted head toward me, squinting and blinking against the blinding snowflakes, and said with a hint of exasperation, "Nooo."
I guess it's all about one's vantage point. Oopsie.
The day is thine, the night also is thine: thou hast prepared the light and the sun. Thou hast set all the borders of the earth: thou hast made summer and winter. ~Psalm 74:16, 17
1 comment:
Vantage point...that's exactly it! It was big, beautiful flakes that I, too, saw floating by the DesMoines motel window, clinging to the pine trees & lolly-gagging to the ground. 'Twas not the same feeling when forced to drive in the only open lane on I-35...blustery, snowy, & slushy...coming home today.
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