I get out of bed, pull my hair up into a ponytail or clip, put on my comfy warm slippers, brush my teeth and head downstairs to the kitchen. I put the kettle on for tea, feed the dog and cat while it boils and grab a bowl of cereal or something and eat it while Shadow goes outside in the back yard and does his thing. Then I head back upstairs with my tea, boot up the computer and start my workday.
So the other morning, I got up even earlier than normal and peeked outside before heading downstairs and in that cool light of the early morning, I watched the snow fall. Since this was just before Christmas, I was extra happy about it because it upped my chances for snow on the ground on the day – an event I always hope for this time of year.
As I prepped my tea, I found myself staring out the kitchen window. I was mesmerized by the flakes. There were tiny ones and big fat puffy ones. Some fell straight down and some made kind of a wispy decent, taking their own sweet time before laying peacefully on top of its brothers and sisters who had already made the journey.
I let Shadow out to do his thing and stood in the open doorway, still watching. The early mornings are always quiet and this let me hear one of my favorite sounds: snow falling. It’s a soft sound, but one that makes me believe that there might just be a snow queen or winter king out there that covers the earth with this sparkling blanket and adorns the buildings with shiny icicles and elaborate frost patterns on windows. I caught a few flakes on my tongue and held out my hand to watch them fall and quickly melt on my skin.
Shadow frolicked in the powder and came back to the door with a frosty beard and a dusting of white on his black head. He came inside and rather than heading upstairs to start my workday and drink my tea at my computer, I sat at the breakfast table and just watched. It was a really lovely way to start the day.
The next day, I plodded outside and Shadow and I built a snowman… well, I tried to build a snowman and Shadow decided it was more fun to chase trucks and frolick. (the snow was waaaay too powdery for proper snowman making, so I ended up with Jabba the Snow Hut.) It was chilly and I came in with frozen jeans and a red nose, but I loved the feeling of being out there getting in touch with my ever present mental child and just have fun. I marveled at the way the snow remained light and airy no matter how I tried to get it to stick. I loved how it piled up like a giant frozen marshmallow. It was another one of those moments.
It snowed again over Christmas itself and as the various clouds moved through, there were patches of sun that made the fresh snow sparkle like crystals and framed the winter wonderland in a bright blue Colorado sky.
To me, it’s these little scenes that remind us of moments. They are special and, at least in my case, can make the whole day quite a bit better.
Have you had any of your own moments lately? If you’re in a snowy climate, have you built a snowman lately? (If in a rainy area, how about puddle jumping?)