Realizations

 An orchid in the snow

I have realized something this year.  I love the snow.  I guess it took the sluggish start of our winter for me to really understand.  I found myself longing for it, missing it.  We have only had a dusting here or there this winter.  I take that back, there was one good snow, on Christmas day, but we were out of town and the 45 and 50 degree days that followed meant that there was precious little left when we returned. 

Today, we had one of those slow all day snows.  Fine and light at times and fluffy, swirling like in a snow globe, at others.  All and all, we've had about 5 inches or so and I love it.  I guess I feel if it is going to be frigid, then it may as well be beautiful too.  The starkness of winter is dulled when blanketed in white ice crystals.  The kids are eager to sled and I am glad to join them.  Equally, I love to sit on our big overstuffed chair and gaze out of my window.

I'm sure there will be a time when I eat my words, when the winter wears just a little too long.  I hope though, that my continued awe in the beauty of seasons changing will give me the perspective necessary to live, anticipate, and enjoy the wonder of them all.