Snow
How beautifully it has come, the snow, making everything fresh!
Now that we have had a third big snow before December, it looks like we will get a proper winter this year.
There is something so lovely about the snow, isn’t there? Though it means shoveling and clearing off cars, and sidewalks more difficult to navigate, it is incredibly beautiful.
After all these years, the pure soprano voice of Aled Jones singing the flying song from the Snowman still shines, doesn’t it?
And somehow the snowflakes falling thickly everywhere transport us back to that magical feeling of being a child, lost in the wonder of the snow.
Back in the days of audiocassettes, I probably enjoyed listening to that Polar Express book with tape more than my children did…
What an interesting thing memory is. It turns out that once I start thinking about snow, it all comes back, these myriad connections to snow over the course of my life. Watching the Christmas Messenger, for example.
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And from there, more and more memories of snow, building snowforts and throwing snowballs, going for that long, long walk in the snow and ending up in another suburb visiting with some new friends whom I had found playing in the snow…
My ‘snow globes’ about snow.
Back to the present. The beauty and stillness of the snow before dawn.
The way the streetlights capture it, glistening new and perfect on the tree branches.
The soft blanket of it on the car.
Snow.