All sound is muffled and everything is still. Snowflakes are slowly and steadily drifting to the ground.
There is something magical about the first snowfall of the year. Every year, I experience this feeling. For me, there is a sense of wonder, as I see it all with beginner eyes.
Through the intervening seasons, I have forgotten the immediacy of the rigors of winter. I am seeing and feeling with a childlike sense of awe and wonder.
This makes me curious about how I see my life, as I live it, day to day. I wonder what would be possible if I were able to come to it with more of a sense of beginner eyes.
Could I recapture some of that innocence of seeing? Could I feel, again, some of that feeling of amazement at the most ordinary things?
How can we come to our lives with that spirit of freshness?