It was snowing when I walked to the grocery store. Little tiny powdered sugar flakes. They had accumulated about a cm deep (maybe less) when I went outside at dusk, just to see.
Snow always seems like a tiny miracle. Even when it is inconvenient. Even when I have to clean it up. Little tiny white pieces floating down from the sky.
Earlier in the day, I went on a hike to a frozen waterfall. It is strange to me that water freezes in the shape of its motion. Or is it that some small part freezes, and then the gradual buildup of more ice around it ends up looking like the fall itself? How does that first bit manage to cling to anything in such a swiftly moving current?
There are wonders all around us. We just have to open our eyes to see them. I see some, and I also ask how many it is that I miss?
Perhaps it is enough to see the ones I see.