As I woke up this morning and glanced out the window at the results of a blizzard blowing through the night before, there was a sense of silent splendor in stepping out and viewing the beautiful white winter wonderland of everything coated in snow. There’s a certain silence and quiet beauty in fresh, untouched snow. It reminded me of a poem I wrote entitled, “Silent Splendor,” which I actually wrote in the middle of summer with a breeze drifting in…..