Raindrops blossom brilliantly in the rainbow, and change to flowers in the sod, but snow comes in full flower direct from the dark, frozen sky.

Hidden in the glorious wildness like unmined gold.

Every hidden cell is throbbing with music and life, every fiber thrilling like harp strings.

The last days of this glacial winter are not yet past; we live in 'creation's dawn.' The morning stars still sing together, and the world, though made, is still being made and becoming more beautiful every day.

Most people are on the world, not in it-- having no conscious sympathy or relationship to anything about them-- undiffused seporate, and rigidly alone like marbles of polished stone, touching but seporate.

Anyhow we never know where we must go, nor what guides we are to get - -people,storms, guardian angels, or sheep.

It may not be easy, life isn't easy, but dreams keep you alive.