It snowed!
Our first snow of the season!
It's always a magical thing....the first snow.
You wait, and wait, and wait...and when you finally see those fluffy white flakes falling from the sky something happens inside your soul that you can't describe. --- You can try.
You can try to describe it as, the kid in you coming out, but what if you are a kid...
You can try to describe it as, a peaceful blanket covering the earth as if it was time for the whole world to go to bed under a big, white, down
comforter....but it's cold...
Our first snow of the season!
It's always a magical thing....the first snow.
You wait, and wait, and wait...and when you finally see those fluffy white flakes falling from the sky something happens inside your soul that you can't describe. --- You can try.
You can try to describe it as, the kid in you coming out, but what if you are a kid...
You can try to describe it as, a peaceful blanket covering the earth as if it was time for the whole world to go to bed under a big, white, down
comforter....but it's cold...
But somehow, no matter how hard you try. You just can't describe the magical thing that happens when it snows for the first time.
All you can do is try to enjoy it.
You try to build a snowmen....even if it's not the right kind of snow...
You try to build a snowmen....even if it's not the right kind of snow...
You walk, just to see your foot prints, and explore your whole new yard.
You find all the toys that didn't get tucked away some place warm, that are now buried in their cold down comforter of snow.
Or maybe you just sit and watch.
Maybe you are unsure what to do. You don't want to contaminate it with silly things like foot prints or snow men.
But then, when you do decide to brave the cold and unknown, it's fun.
Maybe it makes you scrunch your nose and giggle a bit.
Maybe you just want to stand there and experience this new, cold, fluffy, crunchy, stuff that has taken over your yard.
And maybe you get cold.
The thrill of it wears off because now your pants are wet and your hands are cold.
Whatever it is. Something happens. Something you can't describe, and something you can't stop from happening. Something inside you scrunches their nose, giggles and needs to go out into those fluffy white flakes falling from the sky. Something inside you is taken over by the crisp, white blanket. Something that calls for hats, gloves, fluffy coats and hot cocoa!
Snow does something indescribably wonderful!