A few days ago when I opened the front door, the snow looked like this. Perfectly shaped into pillows, or a beautiful comforter. This is the way it fell. And not just in our yard. There were pillows in fields, and everywhere else. How does such a thing happen?
Winter came down to our home one night
Quietly pirouetting on silvery-toed slippers of snow,
And we, we were children once again.
-Bill Morgan Jr.
“When Jacob got up early the next morning, he took the rock that he had used for a pillow and stood it up for a place of worship. Then he poured olive oil on the rock to dedicate it to God…”