The first real snow of the holiday season is especially magical. My whole family is home because of winter break and we’re all still in our pjs in the afternoon. I look out my bay window and everything outside is pristine and so white that I have to step back a little and take it all in. Sitting inside my warm house, still in my bathrobe and sipping my daily coffee, adds to the magic. It’s so peaceful that I grab a good book and curl up on my couch. Ahh! Bliss!
My dog, Max, loves the snow too. He plays in it, as if it was a friend who came for a visit. He especially loves to lick it and comes back in the house with a funny little white beard. He has to hop around when the snow gets too high. Too funny.
Even though I’ve lived here a few years, I still love to see the flurries come down, as if from a giant sifter in the sky. I grew up in a tropical climate and didn’t experience my first snow until I was an adult. I’ll never forget it. It was during the work week and my car was completely covered with snow. What was a girl to do? I happily cleared the snow off my car — every inch — and loved every second of it. In fact, I was a half hour late to work. Luckily, my boss was pretty cool and just laughed when I explained why I was late. She probably knew that I would never again feel that excited about clearing snow off my car again.
She was so right! Now – I park my car in the garage – thank you very much. I love to look at snow, but driving in it is not fun. (I’ve had my fair share of nerve-wrecking spin-outs). I’ll just live in the magic a little longer – it’s a good book after all. Soon enough, the snow will turn into a nice gray slush and I could just hope for….more snow.
I think we’ll go skiing soon.