Even in winter an isolated patch of snow has a special quality.
The snow doesn't give a soft white damn whom it touches.
Kindness is like snow - it beautifies everything it covers.
Snow provokes responses that reach right back to childhood.
Snowflakes fall from high. Flurries lift them to the sky. Freezing time.
Silently, like thoughts that come and go, the snowflakes fall, each one a gem.