These snow days are sweet with wonder.  The white carpet ensconces us warmly, allowing a deep simmering.  The simmering distills to peace.

A soul distilled from simmering shimmers with radiance reflecting the peace within.

Sweet, soft glow across the snow.  Oneness of white.

Time stills.

“There is no other time when the whole world seems composed of one thing and one thing only.” – Joseph Wood Krutch

“Lo. sifted through the winds that blow, Down comes the soft and silent snow, White petals from the flowers that grow In the cold atmosphere.”                 -George W. Bungay