Some White Stuff
The first snow of the year kept me entertained nearly all day.
I had the pleasure of waking up to frosty windows, nervous
forecasters, and heap of the white stuff all over the front
yard. I was able to watch the powder pile up all day while
I worked from the comfort of my own home. Later, these
piles found the happy feet of my dog and the business end
of my shovel. Now, as I write this, I watch the flakes
gracefully fall past the glimmer of a nearby street light.
There’s just something about snow that changes the pace of
a day. It’s slows it down. Brings everything to an even
keeter. You are probably not going anywhere. Settle in.
Grab a mug of hot chocolate and start up the fireplace.
It must have to do with childhood. One of the first lessons
of arithmetic is that snow = a day off. It means sleds
and snowballs, heavy coats and snow angels. Life is
on hold and the schedule is out the window, if only for a day.
Sit back and enjoy.
One of the unfortunate aspects of telecommuting is that
is wasn’t exactly a day off for me. That didn’t
mean that I didn’t get wrapped up in it anyway. Network
problems forced me to retire early and get my
feet wet, literally. The dog romped around in his first
real snow while the wife’s belly looked on from the
front door. Warm food greeted my plate for lunch and
warm cookies greeted my belly for a snack. I got to sip
from the happy cup, even if I couldn’t take a deep gulp.
And it’s only early December. I don’t believe I remember
a snow like this ever coming so early in the year.
Around here, snow is normally a bright spot in the dark
months of January and February. Something to cheer you
up while you wish for the warm breeze of spring.
This year, however, it just might get to usher in Christmas.
Wouldn’t that just be grand?
