There are times where I look around me and feel the transience of everything. Seasons change, buildings crumble, empires fall, colours fade, people die. Nothing material lasts forever.
This feeling pulls my spirit, like a magnet with metal, to the invisible world. When I step outside into the vast darkness of night, a thick blanket of untouched snow covering the ground and muting my footsteps into silence, while all around not a sound can be heard - not even the gentle acceptance of the ground as it embraces the white flakes falling from the sky - then I glimpse the eternal and I think: