Few things in life are as lovely to wake up to as a peaceful snow. The tree branches are still as though sleeping, and I imagine their surprise when they wake to find themselves draped with such delicacies. The eve of our birth, today is a day of rest and wonder.
I can't help but think of the incarnation when in the presence of new life.
This is the irrational seasonwhen love blooms bright and wild.Had Mary been filled with reasonthere'd have been no room for the child. After annunciationMadeleine L'Engle
Today I can relate to this abandon of reason, the irrational season we enter when love is born.