I got up this morning at my usual extra early time. I headed down to begin the fire making followed by the excessive coffee drinking. I flipped on the back porch light to let the dogs out and that is when I saw it. Big white flakes drifting down the darkness. It was snowing. Oh joy.
I went back up to wake the kids and they sat with me on the stairs in the living room watching the snow show. They smelled like sleep.
It didn't stick. We won't be building a snowman today or sledding or having snow ball fights. But how can one be too greedy...its only November. We had a gorgeous peak fall...which practically kept me from getting on the plane last week to Houston. I knew the leaves would drop while I was away and I was right. I was sad when I got back here and saw that I had indeed missed the tail end of color. So maybe the universe is trying to make it up to me with the white stuff so early in the season.
This morning I figured out why snow looks like magic. I think its because it looks like it is moving in slow motion while we are all in it moving in regular time. It has its own life...peaceful and quiet and easy. I see it. I am moved by it. I can hardly believe I started this day with such beauty before the sun even came up.
