There is something magical that happens after snow gently falls to the earth. It is a total silence, pristine, and pure. When we lived in the Sierra's I remember the sound of  frozen crystals crunching under my boots and the way the cold frosty air felt in my lungs. When snow blankets the trees and landscape, it is an indescribable calm that seems to slow time itself. Time to ponder. Praise. Breathe. The clean layer covers the clutter of pine needles, branches, and dirt. Everything looks ... View the Post