He came last night.  Jack Frost.  The frozen ground  glistened in the early morning sunshine like a field of crystals.  The once lush and green grass was now hard and tinted blue. Little specks of ice adorned the grass blades and crunched beneath my feet. Winter is upon us.  I observe my surrounding on the journey to breakfast.  The sky is vast, clear, and silent.  Sleepy stars fade away with the moon while heavenly rays of sunlight pour over the frozen horizon.  I see the lake. The waters move slowly enjoying their bit of freedom before they too solidify. The forest is bare and empty.  It's branches are as naked as a newborn.  Nothing but simple shadows fill their dark pathways.  Where are the leaves, those once healthy and green, those once crisp and orange.  Nothing remains.  Winter is upon us.  Smoke billows from the top of the Dinning Commons.  Or is it steam? My own breath is visible.  I breath heavily and watch it disappear in front of me.  All is still, all is calm.  The wind does not howl; the trees do not move. But here's a word of encouragement.  Take it as a challenge while we embrace this cold weather.  Our Creator exhibits his power to us in a chilling way giving us frost and snow and visible breath.  And what do we do in return.  Complain about how cold it is? Bundle Up! And take note that there is beauty in winter.