The Tiny Corners Journal

Of all the many things I love about this world, snow is near the top.  I love it with a childlike fervor.  I lived in Colorado for five years - 3rd through 7th grade - and the snowy winters must’ve left some sort of impression on little impressionable me.  Ha…I remember walking in my Littleton subdivision back then…walking and finding a nice spot to lie down and curl up in the snow.  It felt like I stayed there for hours.  In hindsight, it probably wasn’t a very smart thing to do, but every time it snows I’m that same little girl in love with the snow.

I took a walk in the snow tonight and it was so very nice.  There were still a few cars out, but for the most part it was quiet enough to hear the world around me…the wind in the trees, snow hitting magnolia leaves, wind chimes hanging from the homes of strangers, dark windows and light windows and life.  I could smell the woodsmoke in the air.  I enjoyed looking backward at my footprints with the understanding they would soon be covered with more snow.  It was very, very peaceful…like meditating without the effort.

I will walk again tomorrow and take my camera.

Tomorrow will be strange, as I don’t have the kids this weekend.  I’ll miss the snowman-building and sledding and all of that wonderfulness.  Of course, I won’t have to deal with the inevitable cooped-up-ness…so I’m not complaining too much.  ; )

Tomorrow will be full of quiet solitude, which make my new-found social tendencies and singleness cringe a little.  I haven’t been alone — really alone –  since I was a teenager, which is both exciting and terrifying.

But for now, it’s time to curl up in front of the fire with a glass of wine and look out the window expectantly.  Thank God for beautiful snow.