The Joy and Wonderment of Snow

The snow is falling softly on the roofs and avenues throughout the French towns. Smoke is quietly escaping the tops of chimneys, and inside the homes, there life is filled with love, warmth, and joy.

Something about the falling of snow makes you stop and watch in wonderment. It brings out the giddy child in us all. You reach out to have the soft cold flakes land upon your hand, to quickly melt and magically turn into a drop of water, smaller than a tear of cheer.

Plush white snow everywhere, frosts the homes with refreshing color, ushering in the breathtaking natural winter adornment. As the snow lands it is perfectly layered and formed together like a beautiful freshly frosted cupcake. The snow falls silently, calling all to a moment of silence, as it is a holy initiation of the season.

You can stay inside and watch the snow gently linger in the air until it makes a soft landing. Or abandon the safe comforts of warmth, and embrace the fresh crisp air, and frolic outdoors in a refreshingly youthful manner. It is the time when snowmen to come to life, fights with snowballs brings shouts of laughter and delight, or lying in a plush pile of snow while spreading your limbs, creates an everlasting snow angel. At least one, that will abide forever, as a tangible reminiscence of winters first snow.

Eventually, the cold will chill your bones, delivering the invitation and reminder of heat and comfort that fills your home. Running back quickly you dust off the flakes that have detailed your coat, hat, and mittens. Upon blinking your realize that chilled sparkles remain on your eyelashes and wipe them off, without disrupting their flawless form. You’re hands that remained toasted from the protection of gloves, feel alive at the touch of your brisk rosy cheeks. You smile at the remembrance of the day and the expectancy of the warmth that welcomes you in.

This is the joy and wonderment, of Snow!