Hello, Hello, We've Got Snow!

Well, finally. Snow. Not all that much of it, mind, but it's there, blanketing the landscape beautifully. With the snow has also come cold, and that's not so much to celebrate about. On the other hand, one goes with the other. So we shiver in the frigidity of the atmosphere and blink in wonder at the sublime arras spread before us. Who could fail to appreciate that shimmering white beauty, after all?

When the snow drifts langorously in a slight breeze from the boughs of evergreens in a sunlit veil of crystals it's a memory one would love to keep intact. Such fragile, effervescent scenes escape the memory. We must needs experience them year after year, recognizing their re-occurrence, but realizing that without actually witnessing them year over year, memory would not serve to accurately bring the vision to life.

We've still far more of the white stuff to come down during the course of this winter, but the current sparse covering is a delight to the eye. And with that covering expectations of joyous revelling in the snow come to fruition. Early this morning, while we two still slept soundly our son arose, captured his skis and boots and went out into the early morning sunshine.

There he warmed up first with cross-country skies at the park toward the foot of our street. Coming back later to scoop up the downhill skis for a loopy circuit in the ravine on the fresh-fallen snow before the daily hikers could despoil the smooth and accepting surface. By the time we ventured out later after breakfast, his phantom ski trail could scarce be discerned.

We revelled, the three of us and the two little dogs, in the ambiance, the sun glinting on the fresh snow cradled on boughs and branches, wind sifting it gently into the air.