His eye is on the sparrow

Morning after morning I’ve been on the go. Not today–this would be a linger-over-a cup-of-coffee morning. Time to rest. It had snowed during the night and now the world outside my window is at last blanketed in white. Have you noticed? How snow quiets life. The sounds that usually fill the morning are softened. The rough edges of life are smoothed over for a while.