A Good Teacher

A few days ago it snowed. It immediately disappeared. There was no proof that it snowed.

Yesterday at about 4:30 in the afternoon, it snowed again. You could see the curtain of snow as it fell from the sky to the earth. Continuously moving towards the ground, like cottonballs-one right after another. A wintery "waterfall."

It left a layer of snow on the ground. I thought that it, too, would not leave a lasting imprint.

This morning I looked out the window. A light dusting of snow remained, clustered in areas on the grass. You could still see the green grass peeking through.

I didn't rant about the fickle tug-of-war spring-winter thing. Spring is still here. The grass is green. The earth is still going through it's annual rebirth.

This is just a reminder. It teaches us that life has set-backs. But the sun will shine again. There will be warmer, better days. It can't always be perfect. The beauty is there if you look hard enough.

There is a silver lining in every cloud.