To Be Calm

Remember that everything has its own time. You can't melt the snow by wishing. The sun might seem cold round now, but it's working all invisible like. So slow you can not see it. Turn around and all at once the fields will be standing water, liquid mirror for the sky; even clouds will, if given the opportunity, preen and delight in their own countenance. What marvels we are made. Work like that takes a while. Might as well breathe.