When i was a child, i would wake and listen for the type of weather. Rain would be a soft, slow tap on the window. Sun would be a melody of birdsong and insect buzz. And snow would be wonderfully soundless and still. Snow was always my favourite because it created another world. It was pure and cleansing and glistening with possibilities. It held out an icy hand beckoning snow ball fights and steep sledging and days of endless fun. Snow's filigree beauty became a fleeting memory but once again i'm reminded of pink-cheeked, frozen-footed snow days. Once again, I'm struck by the simple beauty of looking up and watching delicate flakes float down like millions of tiny parachutes and i hope i never lose that childlike delight and wonder. Snow slows us down and makes the world a wonderful place. Enjoy!
I would never retire and move to the sun. Ever. Why?
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Its gorgeous
Glitter falling from the sky. Tiny flakes so small yet powerful enough to stop a city. How can you not love having a Snow Day?
The white flag of surrender offers the perfect excuse to not go anywhere OR
Get outside. Ski, sled, Skate, Build a snowman. Start a snowball fight.
Or, declutter the house, Keep what is usefull and beautiful,if you haven't worn it or used it in two years, give it away. you will always have the memories!!
Catch up on all the videos and DVD's you own but never watch.
Or spend your snow day reading. So many poets (like yourself) speak for winter, most of them warm the heart.
I'll opt for Robert Frost's "Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening"...the end is something I am working on.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
Well put!
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