I hate snow. It makes my tires spin, makes me slip when I go walking, causes the lights and heat in my house to go out when it weighs too heavily on the wires that line my street. I especially hate snow when the sky is drab and the surrounding flurries keep me indoors waiting for what the weather will bring.
But when its just snowed and the world is transformed with an overcoat of white and silver, the uncertainty and slipperiness goes away. I feel excitement watching the busy squirrels and birds at the feeder, seeing handsome trees bowing down with grace and surrender, noticing the brown-ness of late autumn covered by a comforter of new beginnings. And then there's that clear patch of blue emerging from the sky like magic, pulling me out of myself and into a life that's larger than sentiments and opinions.
I have experienced many long, cold days in my life. worries of winter knocking at the door. I don't answer them. Now I look for patches of blue and the sun coming out. I make soup and put on my red coat and heavy boots to go outside and find the wonder beyond myself.