When I woke up this morning, I sensed snow. The curtains were drawn but even inside, the atmosphere felt different. A friendly chill slowly slunk down my spine while the cold tips of my toes pointed towards the cloaked window. With quiet persistence, the snow, shy in its beauty, was just beginning to freckle the ground.
The snow is still falling at a steady pace as I type at my desk with dozy happiness. There are few things I love more in this world than snow.
The world, along with its inhabitants, seems to regain some of its innocence when its dusted with the delicious cream morsels from above. Empty gaps are filled. Footprints seem more purposeful. Gloved hands keep smaller gloved hands warm and assured.
Promises of deep conversation with loved ones by the fireplace draw us all closer to one another. Our semi-defrosted hands cupped around scalding mugs of hot chocolate and tea, the warmth of love and togetherness is palpable and more real than it’s ever been.
In the bleak midwinter (my favorite Christmas carol, if that wasn’t already obvious) the beauty and innocence of life is preserved in frozen clumps of white. The dim glow of fogged over street lamps and Christmas lights illuminate our path towards our fellow beings. Communities converge, families huddle, branches bow to the welcomed weight of snow.
And together, we sense the atmosphere is somehow different.
Enjoy the snow,
PS: Click here to listen to my favorite rendition of “In the Bleak Midwinter”