Good morning!
It’s Sunday. The plowing and scraping and shoveling are all finished. Now, there’s nothing left for us but to don the swishy snow pants, lace up the big boots, and make our way down to the shore. It’s high tide, and the ocean is in the middle of telling the snow a story. Let’s listen in.
“The sound of water says what I think.”
—Zhuangzi
Onward…
