SNOW!

Falling out of the sky in big, wet, sloppy flakes! Perfect for making snowmen and tormenting friends with snowball fights. I couldn't resist taking a walk on my lunch hour, turning my face to the sky, blinking away the melting flakes, scrunching handsful of the cold stuff and tossing it at convenient trees and buildings.

The sky was blue, the air just the right coolness, the sun shining brightly. The glare from the snow covered fields made you think you could close your eyes and conquer the world. I shut me eyes and just stood still. Wait a minute. I hear robins singing. That can't be! All the robins have flown south for the winter - at least all the ones with a half ounce of sense. I looked in vain for one sighting of a bird to no avail. But the birdsong was glorious! It went on and on with voices joining and exiting. More than one birdsong, many. I can't imagine what sort of birds they were or where they were hiding out.

But I was exhiliarated and uplifted by their chorus concert. I stood there for so long my toes got cold, but my heart was warm. What a treat. It stayed with me all day. Imagine what heaven will be like if the music is this good on earth!