As much as I find myself speaking of my wishes for spring, I still find myself realizing why we must have the stark beauty of winter. Only in winter do we find the delicate lace of a snowflake- the true miracle that are these mineature works of art. Only in winter would such a petite flower even be noticed- something so small signifying the promise of a new beginning.
So in this special passage of the seasons, this transition between the stark quiet and birth anew, I am going to remember that each moment must be treasured. Each day should be appreciated with every tinkle of laughter and sigh of sadness, each moment of inspiration and cry of frustration. It is all beautiful; it all has significance; it is life.
