It wasn't much, but it did arrive. The first snow. And there is something magical about going out into the cold darkness of an early December morning and finding the evergreens laden with a thick blanket of wet, heavy snow. The moist fresh air inflates your nostrils ... and you want to take deep cleansing breaths. And silence. The snow brings a blanket of hush ... and stillness. All is calm and quiet ...
And then the snowplow roars around the corner dumping its full load at the end of the driveway. I look up and smile (through gritted teeth) at the driver and he gives me a wave. I wave back, with a finger or two and start cleaning off my car with a rubber skate guard (gotta find my snow brush).
And so it begins ... the long winter ... but it starts with the first snow.
Oh that beats the three minutes of snowflakes last week over here!!!
ReplyDeleteHope you caan still get out to get all you need for the holidays.
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