Friday, January 23, 2015

God's Little Gift to Me

   
Nothing says silence like snow...
I live for a quiet tomorrow when I'll catch my breath and go over it all again...

Until then, my day, my week, my reflections consist of one thing: in a word... gratitude...

for miracles...
for timing...
for friends....

my room's view this silent, sacred night

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