It snowed today, big fluffy flakes,
about four inches and for here that is a lot. I looked at it during
the day and thought how I didn't want to go out and get cold and wet.
Tonight I decided to go out, because I wanted a picture of it,
discovering that the more I walked the more enchanted I became. I
remembered so many years ago when with a thrill we would walk through
the snow and kick it up in the air to watch it fly. The feeling of
accomplishment of having my footsteps be the first ones on the fresh
clean sheet of snow. Creating a snow angel and laughing as we
barraged each other with snowballs. The excitement and challenge of
sliding with the possibility of falling into it's cold embrace. I
considered and questioned myself as I walked through the silent
drifts over what I have allowed to happen to me. What pushed me into
being a spectator instead of actively participating in this fluffy
substance we call snow? My nose now still tingles from the cold and
my toes may never thaw, but I took part, I participated, I remember
and I remember it well.
A world transformed by the magic of snow and the
subtlety of night
Seminary Hall, Northeastern State University
Nighttime transformation in the solitude of snow
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