Otherwise known as; Musings on a snowy day.
Today we received our first snowfall. It is ridiculously windy, and the snow is wet, but it has arrived! I prefer low wind, and a light dusting for a first snowfall. I must remember to speak with Mother Nature on this.
Some people feel secluded when the first snow comes, especially if they are far from home. I find it makes your heart feel a little lighter if you think about all the happy and amazing things a snowfall brings. Memories abound in my mind when I see snow. (New ones created today when my puppy saw his first snow. Jury is still out on his feelings about it.)
I think about times past. My children all bundled up to go play, myself sliding down my neighbours little hill at camp, and way back when I used to not be chubby and went skiing. Building snowmen, and forts. These things still happen actually, and although I'm certain most people think "I'm too old for that kind of stuff", I say, you are as old as you want to be. I have pointed out many times that us adults need to spend more time with kids. Winter is no exception!
To me, and my strange imagination, people will describe this event in 2 ways:
The cold, white kiss of death clung to the ground, and refused to give way. I felt it right through to my soul, and wondered if I would ever again know joy and warmth. It is the destroyer of life, and keeps everyone hiding in their homes, praying for warmer, brighter days.
As I gazed at the soft, white blanket covering the ground, I felt my heart grow warmer. Hugging the ground with its protecting embrace, I felt joy in knowing that everything was now at rest. Months would go by, and nature would slumber until finally the snow retreated, allowing the cycle to begin again.
Which one do you feel you relate to most? I'm the latter. I apologize for the way I describe things. My imagination likes to run wild, and I find it to be wonderful and odd.
This snowfall comes at a perfect time. Writing, at the moment, is about a wet, misty time of war, with snow hiding on the outskirts. The characters are feeling both those descriptions, and it always helps me get in the mood when the weather outside matches a part I am writing. (now to kill off a popular character)
However you look at this time of year, try and make some light of it all. A little bit of silliness tends to brighten the day. Perhaps, throw a snowball at someone? (make certain it's a someone who is ok with that kind of thing)
(I should also point out I'm a winter baby. A true one who enjoys snow, and doesn't mind if the weather gets a bit cold.)