my favorite snow-covered memory

So many times I experience the beauty that surrounds us on this earth whilst alone. I feel filled with glory and joy at the sight of how lovely our home here on this planet can be, and yet sad that I have nobody to share it with in the moment. This is my attempt to tell you how this scene has imprinted itself inside my mind, my safe haven.

I was cross country skiing at a camp up in the north woods of Wisconsin. It was beautiful, the sun had reached its zenith well over an hour earlier, and was sinking ever closer to the outer edge of the sky. I was in the back of my group, and was taking my sweet time moving through the rather large forest we found ourselves surrounded by. The clouds parted, and the sun streamed through the trees. It had snowed 10 inches just a day or two before we arrived, and it still perfectly coated the ground. The trees stretched infitely high, and the image of the sun spilling across them and the freshly fallen snow just about brought tears to my eyes. I felt like I was surrounded by Narnia, the gorgeous land C.S. Lewis deemed worthy of his chroniclization.

That was one of my favorite moments.
Outside.
In the snow.
Surrounded by the beauty God has bestowed on our humble planet.