Dear wwh:

(Oh, we are becoming so chatty here.)

I awoke this morning to new fallen snow. I missed the first flakes, so deep in sleep was I.

This is not nascent snow, but renascent--it evokes old images couched in the newness that lies out there in the grove and will cause the birth of so many thoughts, inchoate now in the early morning, but this nativity will be an unfolding of astonishing vision today. They say that we first learn how to turn the mind into fresh perspective when we are taken in the arms of our fathers and turned upside down.

To inspiration! And inhalation! And all that causes us to awaken in the fall of the season's first snow!

Best regards,
WorldWonder and Wonderful and Ever Wakening