Snow

We don’t have these days in Nashville very often.

But when we do, I’m smitten.

This one came fast. Every flake counted.

The world stood still.

Even if for a moment.

The chaos was quietened.

Even if for a moment.

There was the hope that all could be well with the world.

Even if for a moment.

A pure, white blanket lay softly, encouraging me to be still. To breathe. To hope.

I need those moments, as fleeting as they may be.

This moment will melt.

Noise will creep back in.

Chaos will resume.

But hope will remain.