round black container on top of white surface

It’s the first week of January and there’s finally snow falling in Cincinnati. It really is a beautiful thing to see something that has traveled a long, slow journey to find rest in its destination. Not because the destination is most important, but because it’s when reflection on the story can truly happen. Snow wouldn’t be half as beautiful if it we didn’t get to watch it fall, and coffee wouldn’t be as much a staple in our lives if we never saw it in the cup.