Snowflakes drifted silently around me. I always thought of paradox as being unsettling. Yet I find the paradox of falling snow peaceful.
The paradox that such small, featherweight fluffs can add up to so much once it hits the ground. And how the sounds close to me are absorbed in the silence, while distant sounds seem closer.
Surrounded by falling snow, I felt a sense of peace that seems to extend beyond me. This Inauguration day is like a sigh of relief to me and so many people I know.
And then the paradox. I also know that many people are feeling the same way I did four years ago today.
I don’t expect to find peace in this paradox.
Although, for me, the silence from the White House since January 6th, has settled on me like falling snow, beginning to make the world new again.