It came beautifully. It was one of those slow swirling magical hung in the air snowfalls, followed by the sideways fulls slant, magical floating and then back to the slant kind of days. It was a quiet snow. The kind where there is silence all around except for the whisper of icy flakes falling on top of one another. The roads empty; everything is still.
The girls and I were all home. I sat by the window sporadically watching it fall. Shadow sat by the window and watched it, then running out the door skidded to a full stop when his paws felt the cold wetness. Abby, our aging lab/husky, hobbled on her arthritic legs through it always happy to see the white ground.
We played board games around the table, binge watched television shows on Netflix, drank lots and lots of cups of tea (the girls have picked up on this family trait as they have grown older). A slow snow day. Oh how I wish there could be more of them.
Winter has come late this season. This being our first snowfall, and first dip down into low temperatures. I was thinking it wasn't coming, but I should have known. I am not a big fan of winter, of the cold, but I do love a good snow day. If only all of them could be snow days until Spring.
2 comments:
I'm glad you have your snow. We have about an inch and it's enough to delight me and yet be able to go places. Have a lovely weekend!
I love snow. I'm hopeful for this year as we've had it elsewhere in the country and it has been very cold.
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