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Wednesday, December 18, 2013

The First Snowfall

Crisp, clean and white, a veil of liquid crystal falls during the night.  Noses pressed against cold windowpanes, we watch, our breaths clouding the glass, and sigh with wonder:  God is showing off.

A snowy landscape unfolds.  Hill and valley glisten, as if so many stars fallen from heaven, spread upon the frozen ground in an iridescent blanket of celestial, sparkling light.

Scrambling into coats and boots, we plunge into the cold, wet and fluffy clouds of snow.  Free falling into a cushion of shimmering, wet, pillows, we fan our arms and legs.  Snow angels decorate the lawn.

Pushing, rolling, we build a snowman: coal for eyes, a carrot for a nose, Dad’s old fishing hat and a scarf from Grandpa.  Hello, Sir, we carol, and bow with respect to our new friend.

“Oh the weather outside is frightful.” Not to us.  The world has become quiet.  Glistening, diamond-like, the snow muffles sound.  Ahhh, Silent Night.

Twirling, twirling, face toward heaven – catching a snowflake on the tongue.  A gourmet treat sent from God.

Cheeks red from the cold; it feels good, so good.  A mist forms as we speak.  Clapping hands to keep them warm, laughing as we gather around a bonfire.  Hot chocolate, warm and rich, sipped with gratitude.  This is the life!

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