You know the snow seems to constantly fall, in Boston, In the Northeast, in Western New York, just about everywhere. Sort of a reflection of our journey. We often stop to take in the sites, and wonder where the next road will lead us. Funny how are route often gives us an insight or a thought that we never considered, yet we embark on our journey, with a destination, anticipation, but never expecting a revelation. That is the the beauty of the journey. Enjoy your journey, God may have a thought for you. Bless Him for it.