We had our first snow of December on Sunday. It's how a first snow should be. Gentle, light, yet confidently taking its place. Our FIRST, first snow was at the beginning of November. The flakes were big, fat, heavy and wet. Convinced they were leaving me with a minor concussion, I did my best to stay out of the falling globs- I took a bus to Croatia. This time, though, I cuddled inside with My Savior, watching Him delicately lay His grace across the hills. All the while, I asked Him for a new impression of who He is. I encourage you to anticipate the script of our dialogue, though I'm certain you've lost faith in my consistency as a blogger.
You might wonder why on Earth I'd consider running before sunrise after a snowfall. My answer is practical; why not? The below freezing temp considered, I've decided to take advantage of the Alpine Winter. I no longer live in fear that the wind-chill will freeze my eyes open, leaving me blind and unaware of where that wind-power is actually carrying me. No, there is no place like Nebraska, but this morning, I am oh-so-warmly-grateful to not be there. Now, off to stir up those endorphins and get this Monday started on a good, cheerful note (or, wear-out my body and take a quick nap before class)!!
...and to all a good night!
