I saw the first few flakes as I was driving home from a meeting in Salem. By t he time I was cresting Butler Hill the world was beginning to turn white. That was about the time my mother called to tell me it was snowing in Willamina and to "GO HOME!"
Once back in Willamina I stocked up on stove fuel and headed back to the house. There I sat by the fire, worked on my sermon and watched the snow come down.
Snow is a magical experience for me. It makes the world fresh and new, imperfections are smoothed away under a sparkling, glittering blanket of magic. I find that I feel in need of that tonight and I am reveling in watching the transformation take place right in front of my eyes.
This is magic ....
Just Connie
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