The snow is falling. Yes, we’re only a few minutes away from March 22nd. I have to admit that my first thoughts once I realized that the snow was sticking were about how it would mess up my plan for the day tomorrow. We’ve got places to be. Errands to run. How dare mother nature interfere with us humans?
But I’m glad it’s snowing. In fact I’m a bit giddy about it. I keep running up to the window and peeking out like I did when I was a kid. “Is it still snowing?” I ask my husband. I mentally tally up the inches on the grass. I witness the growing heaviness of snow on tree branches outside our window. I see cars drive by with tons of snow on them, and I wonder where they’ve been.
I look to the lamplight and I see the snow lazily drifting down toward the earth. I see the beauty of the world covered in white. I feel the peacefulness that comes with a snowfall. The frogs are even silent in the wetlands tonight. Their usual cacophony contrasts with tonight’s silence to make it even more majestic. Even the frogs are changed by the snow.
I choose to enjoy this snowfall, as I am trying to choose to enjoy every moment these days. Earlier this evening as we took Elias out into the snow to walk around, my husband said, “We’re not old fuddy-duddies anymore are we? You’re living life to it’s fullest.”
“I’m trying,” I replied as I looked up into the swirling flakes. I truly am trying. You know what happens when you try to see the joy in things? (Even the annoying plan messing up kind of things?) You feel joyful. Here’s to staying up way too late to get a few moments of extra joy this night. The snow may be all gone by the time we wake up…so we’ve got to find joy in it now!