It’s late. Cold. Dark.

But I knew something was coming.

Something hopeful.

Something fresh.

Snow.

And now it’s here.

I can breathe deeply in the frigid air. I can cool my whole body down. I can stand in the calm and quiet of the beauty falling all around me.

Tomorrow morning, we’ll wake to a wonderfully white world outside.

Tonight, I can rest.

I cannot tell you how much I love winter.

Something inside me comes alive when the snow falls. I joke that there’s ice in my veins because I was born in South Dakota… that winter is when I’m most me.

I waited up to see the snow begin tonight. In this time of uncertainty, when so much is changing… there is hope in the snow falling quietly. There is peace in moments standing in the cold, letting my whole body know this season is here.

Even if winter isn’t your cup of tea, take a moment to appreciate that the world keeps turning. The sun will rise. The season will change.

Hold on, friends.

Lower your shoulders.

Drop your tongue from the roof of your mouth.

Relax your eyebrows.

Breathe deep.

The snow didn’t fall all at once. And I bet some of those first snowflakes wondered if they were alone… they weren’t. You aren’t.

I love you.