Out my window.
Bare except for snow.
Like little shelves made just for it.
It fell there.
It sits there.
On those little shelves.
Have you ever noticed that even snow has a place to go? Have you ever noticed that there are little nooks and crannies that seem to be just the place for snow to fit into? Nature has that way about it. The way to remind us that we are not as big as we think we are at times. It also has a way of reminding us that things work out. That snow falls, at night, in the dark and in the silence and yet it still falls. Yet it still reaches into the cracks and the little shelves that have been made bare by the stripping of leaves.
It’s the way of nature that something seemingly dying gives way to beauty. It’s the way of nature and of our creator to remind us that even when it looks like death, even when it looks like the wheels are falling off and the plates are shattering on the floor. Even when it looks like bare branches, there is beauty there.
The bare branches are shelves for all the snow. The fact that they are empty of leaves, empty of their beauty and their purpose makes them available. Their emptiness makes them the perfect place for the white snow to fall. To land, to rest. Until it melts.