I lay back in the snow and stared at the sky.
It wasn’t nearly as cold as I thought it would be –
“Well you know,” the young man said when I expressed this later, “snow is actually a very good insulator.” The words were punctuated with a look that said, “Duh!” I had the grace (for once, at least) to act surprised. He smiled at me kindly, like a grown-up does to a small child, and then turned back to his computer.
But, I get ahead of myself.
As I lay in the snow, wondering at how warm I felt, I looked up at the sky – the same sky I had gazed upon on another night some months ago when the stars had finally again whispered their song to me. The night I had understood so much about everything…like the fact that I am a little bit of a princess, no matter what, and that I am one of the luckiest people alive because of all the wonderful gifts God has seen fit to bestow upon me: life, relatively good health, a beautiful son and wonderful loved ones.
This time, when I gazed upward, I knew that I was even luckier than I had previously thought. Every once in a while, the stars peeked out of the clouds and winked at me, smiling – and whispering new secrets, new wonders, new blessings. And new understandings.
I lowered my eyes from the heavens above and looked at the house before me, at the warm light spilling onto the snow from within, and I felt more at peace, more calm than I could ever recall feeling in my entire life. Everything I had ever wanted or needed was just inside that pool of light – just a few feet away – and I believed that all I needed to do was get up, open my arms, and walk into that light, and it would be mine.
And so…I did just that.