Snow Day
This year, it seems, is the hardest year for gleaning Advent reflections. Something about the lack of time for the search.

Snow day today. Outside all is hushy and white. Kids are sleeping, happy to have a three day weekend. A friend emails that her daughter's friend committed suicide the other day. A sophomore. Speaking to her friends the night before of a surprise for them the next day. Who would have known?

It's Advent. Look around. Things are hidden that should be revealed. Is it the nature of things or the scales we willingly put on our eyes? What are we really supposed to be about?