a cold keeps me indoors these days, yet the cold yields a delicate display of the ornate over our window sill. snow fell all day yesterday. the intricacies of a scientific God, praising Him as each water molecule attaches to another to form an ever-changing, never-repeating pattern. these are the tiny melodies sung in the dead of winter that are drowned out by the swelling of spring's symphony in later months. what a joy to see such beauty in the passing of the day.
