It’s 5am and I have woken up to… well the daintiest way I can say it is ‘piddle’. Out of habit I look out the bedroom window as I walk out, exciting to see nothing but a streetlight and tree-tops aglow with the orange hue cast by the light. But this morning was different. All I saw was white. White roof tops, tree tops, and big fluffy flakes that were falling like well choreographed ballet. OMG – I ran to the front door and opened it, half expecting the cold air to wake me from a dream, but there it was…. snow all over everything and the flakes were still falling.
I jumped up and down like a girl on a game show. Squealing with delight I ran into our room to wake my husband with the news. “Oh cool” he said as he pulled the covers tightly around him. I threw on a sweatshirt, my hello kitty slippers and went outside the door to take it all in. In my world, there is nothing more magical than snow. It symbolizes the magic of the season for me. Remembering back to days of tobogganing till I ran out of dry clothes, 5, 6, and 7 changes of clothes later. To the times I remember walking up to my Mama & Papa’s house with the huge Christmas lights making the snow glow so it looked like a gingerbread house slathered in frosting and candy.
Down the block is an ugly, empty lot – half sand – half paved. This morning it was beautiful, with it’s soft white cover. There were no ugly sharp edges, just soft rounded shapes that begged for a horse drawn carraige to ride over it.
I ran back to our room and gave Pat the heads up that as soon as dawn was breaking, we going to head out and explore. He knows how much snow means to me, so being a good sport, he sleepily got out of bed and looked for a scarf. With coffee and camera in hand, we were out the door. The world was silent. We headed over the bridge and out to the local lakes. We were the only ones there – making the morning even better.
3 hours and 164 pictures later, we came home. I was high as a kite all day. It lifted me up, it filled me with so much joy (words can not describe), happy memories, new memories and wonderful photos. For this I am grateful. I didn’t think I would see snow this year, because I won’t be able to go home for Christmas. I hope you enjoy these photos. They truly are a piece of my heart and happiness.
