It's hailing right now. Little pellets of frozen rain are falling from the sky with such a fury that they're bouncing like tiny gymnasts when they hit the ground. The tin roof of my cabin sounds as if it's applauding the spectacular show and welcoming winter with a standing ovation. There's something magical about this transformation from light to dark, from warm to cold. No matter how many times I witness this transition, I still gaze in awe and wonderment everytime. The kids and I huddle up and stare out the window as Mother covers us with her white blanket of snow and we all breathe a deep sigh. It's a breath of comfort; it's a breath of reflection; it's a breath of gratitude. The world will slumber. Our hearts will rest. The promise of new beginnings will enchant our dreams. So, welcome home, winter. I've put the kettle on for you.
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