Sometimes I just have to stop.  Stop.
Stop and marvel at magnificent, lace snowflakes decorating the world in unique, impermanent perfection.
I am willing to be a little late to bear witness to these sort of things. 
(Snowflakes from 1/12/2015)
Tiny miracles should not be passed by.  We must, as the saying goes, make time to stop and smell the roses.  They will fade and we will be poorer for not seizing the moment while we can.


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