❄ Snow ❄

The first snowfall seems too early and very inconvenient for most folks. Even after 55 years, I live in the realm where the first snowfall feels like magic, beauty, and wonder. I think Sunday-night snowfall is a message for us all to call-off Monday. Recently, the Midwest and South got hit with snow, yet my zip code is still watching and waiting.

Cloudy skies & Wood stacked waiting

Waiting on Snow

icy rain smacks at me sideways, stings my ear
wood chunks stacked in anticipation of warming fires
snow blower moved to the front
pushing the lawn mower back to the recesses of the shed

snow energizes 
charges the atmosphere
binds people together like a Super Bowl winning team
brightens the night & illuminates the nocturnal

in the morning snow beckons to go slow
demands you to balk at dressing, shoveling, and driving
suggests staying inside warm and cocooned in flannel and down

we wait
anticipation high
for the slow-motion suspension
of snowflakes pushing through clear gelatin oxygen

Snow delightfully stacked on azalea bush from a previous year.

It is much easier to like snow if you are warm inside and do not have to drive in it. I have both Southern & Northern friends who abhor cold and snow. At least one relative waits with excitement like I do for that first snow. We text a lot about pending flakes. ❄ I have plenty of winter photos that I adore, but these two take the ‘ice'-ing’.

Winter Wonderland of Ice from Lake Erie

Wishing you warmth inside and out with just enough snow to enjoy! ❄