“The snow did not even whisper its way to earth, but seemed to salt the night with silence.” — Dean Koontz

What a joy to awaken to a sprinkling of freshly fallen snow at Whispering Oaks Ridge this morning. Its brilliance and sparkling flakes lured me into its white web of silence. To feel it, be part of it—to walk upon its softness and wonder at its beauty.

It’s what my soul needed. A oneness with nature.

A gentle healing touch from God.