Saturday, December 4, 2010

As it Fell Upon a Night, in the winter weather . . .

There's magic in the first snow of the season.  Yes, I know that soon enough it will grow tiresome, but until then . . . .

There’s something very peaceful about snow. You go to bed and it’s cold and stark, and somewhere in the middle of the night, a blanket of white falls from the sky, fluff by fluff so that in the morning, the world is quiet – muted – clean and crisp.

I went to bed stressed last night (welcome to the holiday season). “They” told us it would snow. I woke up in the middle of the night and looked out the window, and sure enough, “they” were right. In the dark of night, with the moon reflecting off sparkling snowflakes, there is a sense of wonder and magic in the world and an abiding sense of peace.

Then morning comes and everything is clean and bright, but that’s when it sinks in that there is work to do. Shoveling. Even still, in spite of knowing that driving is now going to be more difficult and the driveway and the sidewalk need to be cleared, with snow still falling gently from the sky, I’m still vibing peace and tranquility. It’s magic. Really, it is.

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