11.22.2009 | By: Alisa Callos

First Snow

I woke to beauty this morning. Our fall turned suddenly to winter. The kids were dressed, and out in the first snow of the season, before I could say good-morning. First snows are always special, for they define the essence of lovely. I haven’t had time to get tired of winter, and all the leaves have fallen and been raked up. There is a hush over our glen, as if nature is holding its breath—at our house, broken only by the laughter of children at play. Today, the snow is fluffy and feather light, drifting down slow, as if the snowflakes are afraid to end their heady downward journey.

And then as I watch, the flakes change, fall harder, faster, straighter to the ground. They are smaller now, no longer downy soft. The thermometer has inched one degree higher and I know what will come next. But it doesn’t seem to matter. I’ve captured the beauty of the moment, and for now, will hold it close to my heart until it captures me again.


Valerie Geary said...

Yay! Snow!!! Love your new blog look by the way. :)

Linda Jacobs said...

Beautiful scene! (But hope it's not heading my way!)

"Sunshine" said...

Hey I like the new format of your blog! Also, the snow does look pretty, but I'm still not a fan of winter :P

gs batty said...

fleeting and deadly beauty a winter storm is. So beautiful when your warm, so deadly if you mess up.

Tumblewords: said...

I think this snow fell on the whole area today - beautiful! There's little of it remaining here.

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