Snow is alive. It casts a spell upon the earth, glistening of icy beauty.
Such enchantment gives rich memories to those who avoid falling asleep. Untouched snow landscapes speak to the travels of souls finding peace as life changed. A frozen Canterbury etches pillow top dreamscapes. Imaginations are invited to wander across time, losing limitations so we can be fulfilled in knowing impossibilities share mysteries.
Chicago has a lake whose frozen beach escapes, for its inhabitants become icy cotton fabric who inadvertently require courage.
Moments of peace are captured in the sanctuary of winter.
Knowing the transformation of snow-scapes is not a human function allows God’s presence to be felt. Riding the boat of life must be seen in the invisible. Never having a harbor known to man, life snows regularly. No weatherman can predict the outcome. The freezing attitudes of humans should allow us all to celebrate winter. We must winterize ourselves to defeat the negative snow that human’s produce.
The boats that will take their place in the harbor can only be in the minds of the owners and admirers. They play tapes of sunny days, reminiscing of moments of sunshine. Scantily clothed ideas are now only desires of the soul. The park district of Chicago established in 1934 preserved the vision for snow-capped dreams. The sun will soon make way for new growth. Hopefully, the season has found a way to provide you with introspection that inspires your life. –munson steed
