snow!

We woke up this morning, still dark outside, and I knew even before I went to peek through the blinds that it had snowed last night, because the room was filled with that sleepy, muffled quiet that comes when the world is blanketed in snow.  It’s odd, here I am, a woman of forty-seven years, and still I get that hushed magic feeling when I wake up to snow.  Like I should be pulling on several layers of clothes, hat and mittens, grab my tobaggon and race outside and find a good hill, so I can go soaring like the wind.  There’s something about tobogganing, the running start, hurtling yourself through the air, that slight thump as your body lands on the rapidly moving sled and then the melding together, until you and the tobaggon are one, soaring past snow clad bushes, faster than the wind.  Ice particles and the crisp winter air, tearing up your eyes. 

Hm...I think when Don comes back with the car (yes...mine is STILL in the shop!  It’s only been 5 weeks.  And what is this big fancy procedure that is supposed to be done?  CHANGE MY BATTERY! Grrrr...) Anyway, not worth my time to even dwell on their ineptitude, it’s been one thing after another.  I don’t plan on using their place of business ever again.

Anyway, back to happy thoughts.  When Don comes back with the car, I think I shall head over to the hardware store and get a sled.  Then I shall try to cajole the two remaining members of my family to come join in the fun.  I wonder if I shall succeed? 

I just glanced out the window.  The snow has stopped falling.  I hope it doesn’t melt before I can implement my big plan!  I hope this snow holds on for a bit.  I hope that by the time I come home with our sled that “new snow is falling.” (That’s a quote from Ezra Jack Keats children’s book The Snowy Day.  I remember being snuggled up in my mother’s lap, listening to her read that book to me.  And then, me, reading it to my children, just the way my mother read it to me.  Her words, my words, Ezra Jack Keats, filling the room with the magic and wonder of snow.)

Posted by Meg Tilly on Tuesday, January 29, 2008 in

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