As I type this entry I can hear the howl of the wind as it blows more than a foot of snow around outside. To say it is a blizzard seems to be an understatement. Mr. Winter has made his entrance with a <pow>. I guess he wanted to make sure we didn’t forget how very white, wet and relentless winter can be.
In the midst of this storm I am humbled with the gift of heat and warmth. I am grateful for all of the blankets I will dive under and sleep between this evening. I am also grateful for the flames that flicker and dance in my fireplace. They are mesmerizing as I listen to the sound of the swirling wind outside. The action of the flames and the sounds of the wind develop in to a complete show which astonishes the senses.
During the day the sounds of children frolicking in the snow reminded me of the magic of this season; winter. The joy of building a snowman, sledding and exploring all of the possibilities with the white stuff – it’s all reflected in the snow. This white blanket is fresh an clean.
It gives the horizon a whole new complexion.
For now I will enjoy watching the change on the horizon safely tucked in flannel and slippers with a cup of hot cocoa.
Perhaps I will venture out when the wind stops…pass me a marshmallow?