February 11, 2010
I love when I see children having fun outside in the snow. It brings back a wealth of great memories from my childhood. Snow, cold, snowballs, accessories for the snowman, hot cocoa, wet boots and gloves, dry socks and clothes (the latter thanks to Mom), all come running back to me when we get alot of snow. Which we did. Approximately one foot or so.
Most adults look at snow in completely different ways. Responsibilites are more serious, and reality is just that...reality.
I may not have built a snowman yesterday, however, last night Allen and I went out for a walk, admiring the beautiful beautiful way the snow hung on all the different types of trees. The sky was midnight blue in contrast to the purely driven white snow. It is so easy to walk in the middle of the road because there is nary a car in sight. The silence is magical and so is the art that nature paints.