A day of paradox. Sunshine turned gray. Thunder boomed. Snow fall whooshing parallel to the ground. Thunder boomed. Sleet joined the dance of wind swept snow. Silence. Golden sunshine and blue skies. Buds drained of life and color cradling water manifested in drops, ice, and snow. They may appear lifeless but they can suspend a drop of water, catch a pellet of ice, and transform snow into a snow cone.

The lifeless alive. The unexpected a reality. The invisible made visible again. A day of paradox. A day of transformation. And the whisper….Laugh little one. They’re all the same thing.