It snowed here in Portland on Wednesday night and Thursday morning. Something we don't see very often. I went outside to begin my commute to work and fat flakes were falling all around me. I grabbed my camera and shot some photos as I headed out. It was so beautiful. Really. Really. Beautiful. I felt my heart expanding, felt a little tightness in my chest and the tears came. Tears of joy, of thankfulness for the beauty. Tears of gratitude that I'm here, that I'm alive. Sometimes we get a glimpse of how deeply, quietly magnificent the world is, nature is. And I'll treasure the gift of this snowy morning the rest of my life.
It snowed here in Portland on Wednesday night and Thursday morning. Something we don't see very often. I went outside to begin my commute to work and fat flakes were falling all around me. I grabbed my camera and shot some photos as I headed out. It was so beautiful. Really. Really. Beautiful. I felt my heart expanding, felt a little tightness in my chest and the tears came. Tears of joy, of thankfulness for the beauty. Tears of gratitude that I'm here, that I'm alive. Sometimes we get a glimpse of how deeply, quietly magnificent the world is, nature is. And I'll treasure the gift of this snowy morning the rest of my life.
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