Snow

Outside my window, light, wet snow is falling. The horizon is shrouded, a blur of whiteness. But accented against the dark trees, the snow gently falls as I sit, transfixed.

A gentle snow is calming, relaxing, restorative. It freshens and lifts my spirit. It says, "Everything that is past is over. I'm refreshing your life."

This is the true promise of Christmas.

You write it:  At this time of year, what refreshes and renews you?