Its a brilliant white snow on this wondrous day. I never imagined I would be sitting before such magic and wonder. This morning I spent some time with my best friend, the river, in all her glory, so powerful after the rains, rapids continually, long gone are the peaceful and serene pools what she wove on her banks during those lazy summer afternoons. Now she is covered in the wonder of winter, powerful, strong, energized with the changing of the seasons. The dark powerful tree trunks covered in white at her banks. As I gaze out my window I bear witness to a wall of majestic and snow covered trees, as the stardust of snow flakes continue to fall gently among them. Reminding me of the same swerving and turning ballet I witnessed with the leaves, only a little softer in white. In this world so full of grief, pain and heartache, I lose myself in this pristene moment of pure peace and tranquility as I bear witness to the artistry and wonder of nature. I only wish I could bring all those suffering, in pain and despair, scoop them up in my arms and sit them beside me. Watching their dark and burdened eyes light up when they are engulfed with this beauty, reminding them, in all our desperation and fear, that there is beauty, there is wonder, there is magic in this world too often covered in pain and suffering. So I will hold on to this for all of us, reminding one another that this world can truly be wondrous, but holding close to my heart those that are cold, suffering and homeless,and never taking for granted the beauty that surrounds me.