Treasures of the Snow

Clouded morning skies bring flaming color --- as clouds fill in it becomes cold and gray.
Icicles hang from the roof and from the bird feeders. This grand show is eternal. It is always sunrise somewhere;
the dew is never all dried at once; a shower is forever falling;
vapor is ever rising. Eternal sunrise, eternal sunset, eternal
dawn and glowing, on sea and continues and islands, each
in its turn, as the round earth rolls.
- John Muir
Then the LORD answered Job out of the whirlwind, and said:
“Who is this who darkens counsel
By words without knowledge…?
“ Where were you when I laid the foundations of the earth?
Tell Me, if you have understanding…
“Have you entered the treasury of snow,
Or have you seen the treasury of hail…?
From whose womb comes the ice?
And the frost of heaven, who gives it birth?
The waters harden like stone,
And the surface of the deep is frozen.
--- Job 38 New King James Version (NKJV) Copyright © 1982 by Thomas Nelson, Inc.