When I ventured out to see how much snow had fallen overnight, the sight was remarkable. A light blanket of snow turned the landscape into a work of art, and the sky was overcast all day with clouds hanging low, adding another layer of silvery beauty. Much of the snow melted throughout the day and, when we began Great Vespers on this, the eve of the Meeting of the Lord, it was extremely cold in the church. We did not bother to turn on any heat and thus we spent the entire service in a frigid church, but with much fervour in our hearts. As it often happens, I get carried away with measurements, and instead of baking a small prosphora for tomorrow’s Liturgy, this one was large enough to serve several dozen communicants.