Composing Winter

I wrap myself in a heavy coat and a deep thought as I watch music descending; Heaven has a glistening stairway. Strange the sound of snow, as if soft instrumental wings aflutter, passing by from divine heights to human depths. At times cascading so slow and gentle it feels as if I am rising. How amazing is the gift of necessity, for things that warm us, both from within and from without... those that soothe the soul into sublime submission of peace - Surely winter is a divine symphony, being written over the cloudy chords of time. A music without equal, for each snowflake is a sound never before heard, a measure of grace given, a hymn pouring down, each so deft within itself, like a lone note awaiting to arrive in the perfect arrangement of the falling chorus. The might and majesty of each flake is beyond scale. All the world's maligned menagerie crumbles under the weight of beauty from just one drop of pure snow - Listening to the song of snow I discover myself, warm, light and content.