There is a feeling of awe when witnessing something not usual to daily living. Snow falls uncommonly and while dusting the world on its way down eyes gaze up. People become mesmerized by the unique experience and probably a new sense of wonder is filtering through the mind.
There is a special privilege to witness awe in another. Seeing a child immobilized by glee and snowflakes, or a neighbor sitting and staring up at the flecks of white. To witness a memory forming while being an unobstructive observer allows gratitude to come rushing through my veins.
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