Our first snow at Fair Haven. Snow is the essence of exquisite creation. What human could ever have the thought? And if snow wasn’t enough the Author made each flake an intricate sculpture of beauty, multiple delicacies for our appetite of wonder. I imagine Adam and Eve, standing warmly bare in the first falling snow and so moved they began to dance a slow intimacy under the falling miracles melting into rivulets of joy down the only perfect bodies. “Have you visited the storehouse of the snow…?” No. But will someday. But today I am content with what He is sharing with me and my lover as we intimately dance the dance of the joy of being together in the snow, a dance made for three.
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