I guess I try to write such sketches in order to behold and hold a sense of the Great Goal, ...that which quietly 'visits' us, where we open- where we allow it,... ...all the way from the future Resolution.

What if the snow and its wonder involved an environmental 'imutation' or - at least - a beautiful metaphor for the great, gentle, quiet, thorough meeting... ...of the greatest, silent need.

'...?vaguely Bach-inspired?...'

For Herbert G. Sparks, my partly amazing Grandpa who left us at 97 in 2000.

Sam was a very articulate and kind friend; he spend way too much of his life in a wheel chair and yet demonstrated a lot of grace. We lost him just over a year ago. Among many other unexpected, Christ-like kindnesses, he realized at one point…

When four years old and hanging w/ Daddy in 'Studio Garage,' my son Isaiah (now eleven) spontaneously composed this. Thanks for smiling with me.