(wrote it about a week ago)
For the first time this year – at least, for the first time in such a way that it didn't melt right away – it snowed. The first snow is something I always greet with some ambivalence now. While I enjoy winter's many activities, the first things that occur to me tend to include:
The salt will be out soon, and will ruin my shoes
The snow is not going to go away for as many as six months
Every day will be bright white, but in that dull winterly way that comes from lack of sunlight, for at least another month and a half.
Trudging through the dark, making my way too and from overcrowded malls, is a large and looming part of my future.
But Advent is coming. Advent is a season where dim light begins to accrue in the dark, one candle at a time, and reminds me that hope always filters into the world. In the seasons. And in a small helpless child in a manger.
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