The Quiet Glow of Ice and Snow
I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently? And then it covers them up snug, you know, with a white quilt; and perhaps it says, ``Go to sleep, darlings, till the summer comes again.
- Lewis Carroll, Alice's Adventures in Wonderland
I love the changing faces of nature; the ebb and flow of sunlight and seasons.
the first Spring cherry blossom bud to burst open
bobbing and floating in cool salt water while Summer sun bronzes my skin
the glorious color and toasty scent of Autumn
But I’m the seemingly rare creature that comes fully alive when the icy chill of Winter’s first snowflake touches my cheek.
I love when the world turns into shades of grey and the sounds of geese float effortlessly through the heavy silence of snowfall.
I walk slowly and a cardinal flutters quickly past, stopping for rest in a snow-laden tree. I marvel that the thin branch can carry the added weight of the curious little bird. The path around the lake is free of footprints, most of my neighbors have dared not venture into the approaching storm.
I watch water and ice battle for control of the lake while the local ducks are unbothered by the struggle.
I walk until my cheeks are burning and pink.
Until my boots succumb to the chill and my feet have that glorious ache of adventure.
I step through my front door to be greeted by tiny meows from a warm furry body and the delicious scent of the thick soup bubbling in the crock pot.
I’m in no hurry to banish the chill from my body.
Yes, I am a cold weather creature.