by Maryann Margolies
At a very young age he showed an interest and fascination of all that was living. Perhaps it began with his examination of a single blade of grass. I have often wondered what thoughts were running through his mind at that moment. Given a choice he would always prefer to be outdoors. The warmth of the sun, the wetness of the rain and the coldness of the snow would all nourish his spirit. He found joy in all of it. How long has it been since you last listened to the soft music made by fresh falling snow or perhaps the deeper sounds of rain?