Snow

SNOW

softly falling
gently gracing the ground
blanketing everything in white
and
filling me with joy

So I was driving home today in the snow. Let me just state for the record that I LOVE the winter. I would much rather be cold than hot and in many circles this would make me an oddity. Regardless, I love the winter and all it brings, especially SNOW. I love the way that each flake is unique unto itself. The way that they just float down from the sky and blanket the tree branches so that it looks like you're driving through a black and white Ansel Adams print. Snow makes the world seem peaceful--if only it really worked that way.

Where I grew up Jersey there was lots of open space. When the snow fell there it covered the earth like a blanket. My front yard would look absolutely beautiful--prisitine, blemish free. Looking out my window to see this blanket of white would send a little thrill through me. Then my dog would go out and run around or the deer would slowly make their way up to the last remnants of the garden to nible on what was left. The birds would swoop down from their high perch on the telephone and cable wires to eat the seeds from the bird feeder hanging in the tree. My sister and I would go sledding. All of these things would take that blemsih free snow and make their marks creating a maze of footprints and tracks. As much as I loved seeing the snow clean and pure, seeing the tracks made me just as happy because it showed that the world around me was alive. It the end, pure and simple, I love snow and all the things it brings...delayed openings and snow days from school, sled riding, skiing, fresh animal tracks and kids footprints. For me snow brings back the simple joys in life.

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