Sometimes, nearly always, there’s no end to the cold and snow in February.
Sometimes, on this past rare week in 2017, there’s an end to all the cold and snow in February.
Instead of bemoaning the skis propped uselessly up on the front porch, and the completely uninspiring waning muddy snowbanks, I got out my little girls’ mud boots and we went looking for puddles. At sunset.And we found them—puddles, liquid blue and silver, beneath cotton candy clouds in February.
One can never predict exactly what sort of beauty one will find. The only thing certain is that you will find it.
“He hath made every thing beautiful in his time: also he hath set the world in their heart, so that no man can find out the work that God maketh from the beginning to the end.” (Ecclesiastes 3:11)