Snow is another calming agent for me. It seems almost counter intuitive because when you are standing in 30 degree temperatures the one way you can fight off the cold is by speeding up and exerting yourself in some way. Maybe it has to do with the way the snow makes everything seems quieter, softer. Maybe it is that the snow can shut down entire cities, forcing families to spend time together under one, snow laden roof. And maybe it is just the fact that I don't get to see snow that often, and so when I do I try to slow down and appreciate its beauty as best as possible.
I spent the last week in Blacksburg, VA with my dad's family and a post about my experiences there is in the works but my day today and a story my grandma told me this morning got my creative juices flowing early. My grandparents headed to NYC for the night because of a dr appointment and so I headed to North Hampton, MA to visit a friend that I went to Israel with. As I left West Hartford it started to snow. The beauty and the quiet settled in around me and I watched dirty snow from the week before become covered by a fresh blanket. Many years ago, my mom, jan, step-sis sarah and abba were in Connecticut for a few weeks. There is a slight (and I mean slight) hill behind my grandparent's house and my sis and I wanted to go sledding. There was not nearly enough snow to make the hill any bigger so my mom and I went and collected snow from around the house in plastic bins to aid this feeble hill. We started walking around the neighborhood collecting snow from other people's yards. Apparently, I turned to my mom and said "Mommy, don't we have to ring the doorbell and ask permission to take these people's snow?". I am sure my mom stated laughing hysterically just as my grandma started laughing this morning when she retold the story of my naivety.
I may not be as cute as I was then, but I still love the snow and the peace that it offers.
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| The backyard this morning |
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| All bundled up against the chill |
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