There's a chill wind whipping outside my window with Old Man Winter blowing lacy snowflakes through the air from the depths of his cold heart. There's something beautiful about snow, it's virgin whiteness spreading across the landscape hiding the crumpled fall of Autumn's leaves. Despite his cold and over-bearing ways the Old Man can still generate a subtle heat that fills our hearts with a treasured warmth.
The cherished sound of children tossing snowballs, laughter filling the air as they careen down steep hillsides, or watching them hold their breath, praying for a pinch of magic as they place that top hat on a frosty snowman's head. The crackle of a warm barrel fire beside a pond full of ice skaters. Hot Chocolate warming tired bodies from the inside out. Cuddling in front of a fire place reading The Night Before Christmas to sleepy children trying to stay awake to catch a glimpse of Santa Claus.
Winter doesn't have to be about the frigid temperatures or shoveling snow or curses filling the air when the car battery dies. Set aside your adult concerns every now and then and look at winter through the eyes of your childhood memories and embrace the magic of snow angels to help ease your winter woes and doldrums.
2 comments:
Perfect post for me, as this afternoon from my writing desk I watched lazy snowflakes drift to the ground, some swirling on wind currents.
I love watching the snow fall, or waking up to the ground covered in a blanket of white. Of course, by the time March rolls around, I'm heartily sick of it. :)
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