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| The park in our neighborhood. |
As I write this, I’m looking out into our yard from the dining room windows. Several inches of snow blankets the ground and it’s quite beautiful. The bare tree limbs are now coated with a fine white powder. It's as if they're wearing crisp white tuxedo jackets and are ready for a swanky affair. My favorite aspect of snow is how quiet everything becomes. The stillness is peaceful and reminds me to slow down. I become hyperaware of everything – from my surroundings to my breathing.
