
Have you ever stopped and just listened to the snow fall? Just stood outside with no distractions and listened? This last week my family and I went up into the mountains above our house to get our Christmas trees (two were for my married brother and sister and their families). It was beautiful. The snow was deep and light, there was a thin stretch of cloud that let just the slightest hint of blue out from beneath it and there was a light snow fall; the kind that just settles down where it lands and makes itself comfortable. The days before I had been in the city where there was no snow, and the days were filled with people and things and life. I never mind those things. They are good in their own way; but as we walked through the woods trying to locate the perfect Christmas tree, I just had to stop and listen. The snowflakes don’t make a sound as they fall and all is silent. After everything that had been going on, I felt like I was in paradise listening to the snow and taking a moment to appreciate the quiet beauty of the mountains.