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But the next twenty years were almost devoid of winter. Oh there was the brief snowstorm in Texas that lasted a day or two to be followed by an eighty-degree day. There was what I have termed the great snowstorm in Jacksonville that wouldn't even measure up to the light snowfall here today. Then there was the snow at the top of Mt. Wilson in California and the post Christmas snow at the farm in Georgia, along with the snow in Kentucky this past Christmas.
But all of those events stood out as singular and novel events. Now the snow falls almost every other day and I find myself like a school boy awakening in the night and getting up to peer out the window to see how much has accumulated on the windshields of the parked cars below.
There is something mystical about falling snow that blankets the brown grass and the barren branches of the trees with a white glow. It is easy to see how Luther who lived in the frigid climate could see it as an apt symbol of God's grace.
So here I sit gazing out the window at falling snow and imagining how time changes our conception of reality. I imagine the snow covering all of the lies that I have been told and in turn have told myself. I imagine the snow that covers the landscape soon will turn to water that will nourish and bring forth a new spring time with its promises of new beginnings.
I know most can not wait for that springtime to begin but as for me I am content right now to watch the snow fall and to find a subtle pleasure that I would not like to leave anytime soon.
It is snowing here. I know for most of my neighbors this is a nuisance and something that they would like to see pass soon, but I am still saturated with the Florida sun and it kind of amazes and excites me all at the same time.
Not that I haven't had more than my share of snow experiences after all I grew up in New Hampshire and spent the first seventeen years of my life thinking that summer was a season that began somewhere in the middle of June and ended the second week of August.
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