The snow came. The snow lingered. The snow is leaving. Slowly. Don't you wish it would snow up? I mean, after the snow falls, wouldn't it be cool if the snow left the same way it came? Can you picture a blanket of snow slowly drifting back from whence it came, each flake flitting and floating, meandering through the atmosphere until it disappeared into the heavens once again?
Kind of like it were lifting itself in praise of the God who made it...kind of like a soul leaving a body. Kind of like white ash blowing in the wind after escaping a wildfire. Floating, floating, rising...up.
I think it does. Float up. We call it evaporation, but God sees it. We don't. He sees it and smiles, I think. I really do. I think he smiles and says to Himself, "That's one of the coolest things I ever did."
Maybe someday we'll see it, too.
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