When I woke up this morning, there was a beautiful, pristine blanket of snow covering the landscape. The snow was continuing to drift down in beautiful, large flakes. I watched the snow float soundlessly down as I ate my bowl of Life Cereal and as I got ready to leave for work. As I drove to work, I took in all the beauty of the snow. I watched the flakes hit my windshield and blow gently away. I saw how everything looks so much more beautiful with a pure, white blanket of snow. The Bear Creek Green Belt across the street from our house was dazzling and sparkling with the unblemished ice crystals. When I got to the train station, I would have normally put on my iPod and listened to music. But, today, I wanted to hear the silence that snowfall brings. Everything is so quiet while it is snowing. It's calming and beautiful. As I stood at the station, I put my hand out and caught the snowflakes as they fell on the black fabric of my glove. I marveled at the beauty and intricacy of each snowflake. Each one is completely unique. Each one had a different shape. I stood mesmerized by each snowflake that met my glove. I probably looked like a loony to everyone standing nearby and I stood and stared, mesmerized by my gloved hand. But, then a young woman carrying a casserole dish made a comment about how beautiful the snowflakes were landing on the black insulated bag the dish was in. I didn't feel like such a crazy person after that. I love the snow. I love living where we actually have seasons. I just can't get over how beautiful the winter is here. It really does feel like Christmas. In my head, I can hear the song from the movie, White Christmas..."Snow...snow....snow....I'll wash my hands, my face, my hair with snow." Okay, maybe that is a little obsessive. But, I get where they are coming from.
Wednesday, December 23, 2009
The Wonder of Snow
When I woke up this morning, there was a beautiful, pristine blanket of snow covering the landscape. The snow was continuing to drift down in beautiful, large flakes. I watched the snow float soundlessly down as I ate my bowl of Life Cereal and as I got ready to leave for work. As I drove to work, I took in all the beauty of the snow. I watched the flakes hit my windshield and blow gently away. I saw how everything looks so much more beautiful with a pure, white blanket of snow. The Bear Creek Green Belt across the street from our house was dazzling and sparkling with the unblemished ice crystals. When I got to the train station, I would have normally put on my iPod and listened to music. But, today, I wanted to hear the silence that snowfall brings. Everything is so quiet while it is snowing. It's calming and beautiful. As I stood at the station, I put my hand out and caught the snowflakes as they fell on the black fabric of my glove. I marveled at the beauty and intricacy of each snowflake. Each one is completely unique. Each one had a different shape. I stood mesmerized by each snowflake that met my glove. I probably looked like a loony to everyone standing nearby and I stood and stared, mesmerized by my gloved hand. But, then a young woman carrying a casserole dish made a comment about how beautiful the snowflakes were landing on the black insulated bag the dish was in. I didn't feel like such a crazy person after that. I love the snow. I love living where we actually have seasons. I just can't get over how beautiful the winter is here. It really does feel like Christmas. In my head, I can hear the song from the movie, White Christmas..."Snow...snow....snow....I'll wash my hands, my face, my hair with snow." Okay, maybe that is a little obsessive. But, I get where they are coming from.
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I was skiing in Vail once with Mike Peterson and his parents (and Cindy and Ken Bancale) and I was wearing a borrowed black down snow suit. I loved skiing, but the best part was looking at the individual snowflakes as they landed on my jacket.
I was putting cider and hot chocolate on the table for the kiddos today and I glanced outside. A couple was all bundled up, taking their dog for a walk, and it was snowing lightly. It reminded me of a picture in a catalog! It made for a beautiful sight, even though I am not a dog lover! :)
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