I sit in my livingroom, looking out at the year's first snow, and listen to my choir's new CD.
The voices envelop me, the words comfort me, the Christmas tradition connects me to the countless years, times, these carols have been sung. Some are new, first time heard -- brilliantly composed by the man who leads us, who I am so very privileged to sing with.
Such beauty! Old, and new, every one, every repetition, adding to the world. The songs, and the snow, both.
The bleak midwinter awaits me outside, my dogs impatient.
My livingroom, and the timeless music, await my return.