Flurries

I am up and dressed early today--a good sign. Some mornings present more demons than others do. But today is cold and gray. Through the window by my computer I can watch white particles of snow float to the ground. It will not accumulate today, a pity. But the black limbs of a naked tree and the stark gray-white sky make the perfect backdrop for the precious few flakes. Others may dread days like this, but I am energized.

Snow and No

We had a "snow event" Wednesday into Thursday with about 5 inches of soft, dry snow followed by strong wind gusts and frigid cold. I swept the front and back walks. The snow was light enough in weight to allow for a broom--not as heart attack inducing as a shovel . I enjoyed the tiny excursion into the cold and was then grateful for a warm house and cats to warm the lap.
I said no to the job, and I feel okay about that. It did occur to me that I was closing one door but am not sure where that damned window might be that I could now open.

No Two Alike

Snow has always held some magical power over me. The muffling of sound, the purification of the landscape, the ceasing of mindless bustle combine to quell any and all misgivings. St. Louis is enough of a stranger to the stuff, with only sporadic storms, that life is different when the white stuff falls in quantity. Most of life fails the litmus test of importance against the crystalline accumulation. As though we realize we cannot fight Nature, we join her celebration armed with sleds and warming fires, abandoning modern conveyances in favor of boots or snow shoes. Flowing with Nature's choices feels strange but exhilarating.