Not to worry. It is back. The morning sun shot around the blinds in the bedroom, this morning, and we knew the storm was gone even before we opened them. The very next thing I did, was walk quickly to the dining room and look through the windows. There it was. There it is!

It is the morning of Christmas Eve. Somehow in the midst of all the Christmas stuff flurrying around us, we are here in the stillness and open sky and we can see the mountain.

Because it is clear. It is the light. The deep cloud of snow yesterday, made the light coming through, very dim and stood between us and the mountain. Beautiful in its own way, but yesterday was very dark. Today the clouds are mostly gone. What there are look like streaks of white done like a very light wash with a small watercolor brush.

So here is the thing. We pray to let us see the mountain. Let us see what is there. Let us put aside the clouds and flurries and all that which swirls, and give us the grace to see the mountain. To see that which is right before us all the time.

And perhaps we will even be able to "see" Christmas.