The Snow, without uttering a single sound, is falling all over the Trees. I know the Trees love this moment. They feel dressed in a Winterness they look forward to each year.
The dormant leaves deep within the frozen limbs are rejoicing in this moment, too, as they wait with confident breath for their call to awaken from slumber. That which will be the future has begun its Song from within the depth of Nothingness where all true things find origin. Just as, I, in each Moment that reveals itself, find myself being reborn to come forth and reveal the splendor of being alive.
I rejoice in myself as this splendid thing and from this deep knowing, share my joy with all Life.