Every Once In a While

It is the most beautiful night. There is a hush over the earth with a new layer of clean white snow. It's somehow sacred. . .personal. Perhaps it's the world urging mankind to stop. To stop running about. To stop worrying about the trite. To stop and realize why we're here and through whom it's all possible. Every once in a while, I feel compelled to feel. Every once in a while, I can sense something or someone so close to me that peace fills my being. I become covered in a new layer of clean white snow. Tonight is one of those every once in a whiles.