This morning, snow falls for the first time this season in northern Illinois.
A slow falling snow, no wind, just thick, fluffy, bunched together flakes cascading to the ground, some deciding to melt, while others stick together on the bushes in the front yard begging to be noticed. It is quiet.
Birds and squirrels busy themselves around my feeder--there is still much work to do.
When I sat up and noticed how peaceful this scene looked, I realized peace means so much in my life and can mean very different things to all of us.
Follow me over the fold for more peace.
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