The following is a short (simple) video of it snowing where we live… along an Illinois river bank; a couple of photos are additionally included.  Snow, even though it means the absence of all my favorite bugs and creatures (for a while), is cool (in more ways than one)!  The snow was quite beautiful… as it always is!

Each snowflake is unique, not like the others; yet, from a distance, they all look rather the same. Each of us (humans) is unique; however, in a big way, we are all the same. We — each and every one of us — have hopes, fears, desires, and favorite people whom we love and cherish. However, each of our hopes, fears, desires, and favorite people are different from everyone else’s. We can even be considerably more unique when we stop blindly following our flaky leaders — who don’t have a clue about where they’re going (and drifting to) anyway — and, instead, independently look at life beyond what we’ve merely been molded and shaped to see.  

from Emily Dickinson:

It sifts from Leaden Sieves –
It powders all the Wood.
It fills with Alabaster Wool
The Wrinkles of the Road –

It makes an even Face
Of Mountain, and of Plain –
Unbroken Forehead from the East
Unto the East again –

It reaches to the Fence –
It wraps it Rail by Rail
Till it is lost in Fleeces –
It deals Celestial Veil

To Stump, and Stack – and Stem –
A Summer’s empty Room –
Acres of Joints, where Harvests were,
Recordless, but for them –

It Ruffles Wrists of Posts
As Ankles of a Queen –
Then stills it’s Artisans – like Ghosts –
Denying they have been –

Winter Snowfall (1) by Thomas Peace 2013

Winter Snowfall (2) by Thomas Peace 2013

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