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There is something meditative about the sound of snow crunching as we walk through a winter wonderland. There is something magical about walking through the snow, the world blanketed by the gowns of Lady Winter, hushed and calm. Something about it makes one feel closer to being in tune with the universe. For a time, we feel a closer courtship with the universal order. Time seems to lose some of it’s significance to us. We become one with the past, present, and future. We are children again, in a marvelous poem. We are in the world but somehow above it, walking though the woods, across the mountains, and among the stars. And the wind whispers promises in our ears, and the Tao flows around us with sparkling divinity.

A December Night

On a December night,
Hushed and blanketed white,
We crunched out across the snow,
Pulling our sleds as fast as we could go,
The heavenly flakes floating around,
Spreading more blanket on the ground,
Our pant legs stiff and creaking,
We, like wandering shepherds, seeking
A sign, something divine,
Beyond a field afar,
A snow-covered hill,
A ride, a thrill.
We might find it again, by and by,
Were we to seek, were we to try.

~ Daniel F Mitchell

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