Snowy Day

Did I ever mention how much I love the snow and how romantic I always thought it was. Yes, yes I know all the downsides. It's cold, you have to shovel, the power goes out.... Blah Blah Blah....

I still find it romantic and if it's going to be cold it might as well be pretty out. A wonderful day for house chores if you get the day off I suppose. Even more so a great day to spend with your lover or your children. (I have neither). But a walk in the woods or a sleigh ride still brings the memories of a caring place back from childhood, even if I am doing it alone. There really is something magical about the snow!

Maybe it is a time for reflection, where the world seems quiet. Of course I love the rain as well for similar reasons. Yes it is a moment of quiet beauty that we are forced to see if we chose to look, then the universe will bring spring upon us with flowers blooming, then into summer and fall and another year will pass us. The dead cannot view the cold snowy days, nor can they recall their lovers or their parents or grandparents that took much time with us when we were children. Only the living can do this.

Personally I am grateful for each snowflake and each memory, every scent of a home cooked meal that this white magic brings. Anyone can complain about every season (there is always something) but for one small moment to sit and watch the flakes fall from the sky and recall a time where hope was present is certainly worth all the cold and shoveling, and even the power outages.

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