Staunton Star - Times - Published in the Interest of the Staunton Community for Over 143 Years

Soft and gentle as the dancing kisses of a child, the snowflakes fell. They arrived in the middle of the night, dropping like fairy dust on the city.

Once at the mid-night hour I went out to clean some of the snowfall from my car and all around me the loveliness of such pure white light had diminished the darkness. Humanity lay covered with the whiteness of a fresh city; the broken edges of the landscape gone and the little piece of earth I call home lay bathed in wonder.

It all happened like an act of grace, where whatsoever was ugly and dark lay redeemed in the beauty of the snow. I was stra...