small at the start. the snow is falling and i watch from the house. it barely dusts the yellow slide in the yard. i doubt it’s ability to accumulate.
but my doubt has little to do with what is or isn’t true.
both my doubt and my faith can seem irrelevant to god. he does what he likes in his heaven and i guess that’s part of why i love him.
that and all the good to be found on a winter’s night.