Too perfect for words

Sometimes I love the snow. Today I walked outside with Boon. The snow was falling softly and everything was white and silent. I don't know if falling snow provides insulation from sound, but everything seemed so quiet and peaceful and clean and good. It was a perfect moment. As I go through life I occasionally find moments of perfection, when all the elements come together without flaw, and I am moved to a point beyond my ability to articulate. Sometimes it happens in a book (the Book Thief had several moments that I remember with gratitude), many times it happens in music (Brahms has a beautiful, gentle piano waltz), and every once in a while it happens with my family, when we're all together and happy and safe. I thank God for these moments and for the hope of more to come.