"The first fall of snow is not only an event, it is a magical event. You go to bed in one kind of world and wake up in another quite different, and if this is not enchantment then where is it to be found?"
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The first snow of the year, hopefully to be followed by more this winter. I love the way a white blanket of snow muffles sounds, allows us to hear the quiet. One of my friends commented that the snow makes us feel young again with memories of the past. She is right.
I remember racing my brothers and sisters to see who could leave the first tracks on newly fallen snow; scooping snow into a bowl (carefully avoiding "yellow" snow) from the middle of a drift to make snow ice cream; playing outside under layers of warm clothes making snow angels, snowmen, and throwing snowballs; climbing up to the top of a hill and sledding to the bottom or riding a piece of cardboard down because we grew tired of waiting for our turn; and running back into our warm house with red cheeks, numb toes, peeling off wet, cold clothes. We'd change into warm, dry clothes, beg to go back outside, just before the lure of a cup of hot cocoa with marshmallows beckoned us to stay inside for awhile.
Snow causes most people to slow down if for no other reason to stay safe, go to the grocery store for bread and milk, and, for some, to complain about the interruption of their plans for the day. Memories, indeed, and, if we take a moment to really listen, a reminder that all is right with the world.
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