I’m taking a break from my poetic antics today. The five year old inside of me has been unleashed with the help of the gorgeous snow blowing around my house in fancy clouds. Snow pulls me out of my thoughts and into the present moment. It brings a refreshing excitement for the day. At the first snow, my Christmas spirit always goes completely off the charts. The beautifully (and somewhat chaotically) decorated Christmas tree simply glows in my vision. The heart of the season bounces through me and gives me butterflies in my stomach.
This morning, when I woke up and saw the light dusting of snow on the ground and the ever growing amount that flew through the air, I literally jumped up and down and started laughing (of course, this was in the privacy of my bedroom where no one would be around to question my sanity). Snow is one of my favorite parts of the cold winter months. Curling up by a window where I can watch it fall with a cup of hot ginger tea and a book or virtual pen and paper (otherwise known as my laptop) always gives me this amazing feeling. It’s the same feeling that I had when I was little and curled up in my momma’s lap as she read me the Little House on the Prairie books or my personal favorite, “Miss Rumphius”, which we had affectionately re-titled “The Lupine Lady”.
Snow held such magic in my eyes when I was younger. It was as if the earth’s greatest beauty had unveiled itself. Sometimes, even if it’s not physically happening, you can feel your eyes sparkling with excitement and joy. When it snowed, I could always feel that—the thrill of something rare and amazing. The pure whiteness that covered my home encompassed my heart with its spritely life.
I hope as I grow older that feeling never goes away. As long as there is life to live, I hope that there is a twinkle of magic in my heart that shines ever brighter with the brilliance of the childlike excitement that I find in snow.