The inevitable conclusion to a splendid fall has arrived in the form of the year’s first snowfall. And despite the first day of meteorological and astronomical winter in the northern hemisphere being four weeks away, and despite the certainty today of a speedy melt, the effects of the first snow, especially a measurable one, combined with our foreshortened daylight hours, produce a lasting effect on ones psyche. It seems like winter.
And I love winter. I know there's snow and cold and dark morning drives to work and dark evening drives home and then more snow and more cold and more darkness. I know that. But there's also coffee outside in the brisk morning air. There's the sound of shovels on pavement off in the distance through the morning darkness. There's the absolute stillness of afternoons with genle snowfall to be viewed from the warmth behind a window. And to walk outside and enjoy the city from my office, or to enjoy our neighborhood from our home, each struck silent by the abscence of people and the acoustic white blanket of fresh fallen snow is unparelleled. You can't get that feeling in the summer. There's the distant view of smoke rising from the many chimneys as viewed from our home near the crest of a hill - each telling the story of parents' efforts to keep their family warm and safe. There's our own fireplace and the cold winter evenings sitting in darkness and seeing the faces of loved ones in it's flickering glow. And then there's the holidays. Time to remember. Time to be thankful. Time to give. Time to celebrate.
I love winter.
And I love winter. I know there's snow and cold and dark morning drives to work and dark evening drives home and then more snow and more cold and more darkness. I know that. But there's also coffee outside in the brisk morning air. There's the sound of shovels on pavement off in the distance through the morning darkness. There's the absolute stillness of afternoons with genle snowfall to be viewed from the warmth behind a window. And to walk outside and enjoy the city from my office, or to enjoy our neighborhood from our home, each struck silent by the abscence of people and the acoustic white blanket of fresh fallen snow is unparelleled. You can't get that feeling in the summer. There's the distant view of smoke rising from the many chimneys as viewed from our home near the crest of a hill - each telling the story of parents' efforts to keep their family warm and safe. There's our own fireplace and the cold winter evenings sitting in darkness and seeing the faces of loved ones in it's flickering glow. And then there's the holidays. Time to remember. Time to be thankful. Time to give. Time to celebrate.
I love winter.
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