What is it about the first snow that feels so magical? Is it the awareness another day is folding into a new season? Is it the promise of a new year tumbling towards us or the approach of quiet? This time of year is a mix of feelings. I finished cancer treatment two years ago December. I was in the worse pain of my life and endured weeks of uncertainty waiting to learn whether the tumor had been destroyed. Also, December is my favorite time of year and gift giving renews for me how I’m kept and made whole by my family and the people I love. First snow came at night this year, tiptoed up to my front porch and asked me outside. “I know your story,” it whispered. “Let’s play.”
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