
A very still Saturday morning... seemingly hushed in anticipation of the coming snow.
A frigid winter's morn'. If that doesn't signal imminent snow, I don't know what does... The thought for the day: weather isn't God; neither is it an act of God in the sense of punishment for human sins; it's just Nature (the law and nature of the material with which the universe is made). What is God, as I began to see in these views, is that unchanging stillness that exists through and beyond the changes and chances of the universe - which is reflected also in the spirit of the best and worst of us; the best and worst, perhaps that is a fit epithet for Manhattan .