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Sunday, January 5, 2014

Winter Wonderland

It's gotten colder but I venture outside. The snowflakes eddying above my head, the gentle wind touching lightly on my cheeks, the soft light descending upon me from the skies; here I am walking amidst this feast of nature. I take in everything that surrounds me, soaking in this beauty. I am listening to the original soundtrack of 'The Preacher's Wife'. The gospel music fills my soul with joy, the kind of unrestrained elation I used to feel so frequently when I was a kid and that doesn't come to me as often now, which is why it has a special meaning to me. Whitney Houston's voice reverberates in my ears, I have that unmistakable Christmasy feeling as everything around bears a tinge of miracle. I'm joyful and calm, I'm in a contemplative mood yet my mind is free of burdens. I feel blessed.

[Originally posted on Facebook on December 8, 2013]




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