The Zen of Snow

I was just out shoveling snow. It was quiet and serene. Just me, the quietly falling snow, and the trees. I couldn't help but feel they were reaching their branches up to welcome the flakes. It was one of those instances where one feels the fully-connected moment. I felt like I was a part of some timeless importance. Something we miss. Something we're so hectic and filled with chaos and stress that we miss feeling the harmony of connection to.