The days have moved past the holidays and on to winter weather and better news for our health.
And then last week…SNOW!
Snow doesn’t come often where I live. So, when the weathercasters began predicting snow, everything became more alive and exciting. Two days till Snow Day. One day till Snow Day.
The morning of Snow Day—nothing.
So, not the first time the weathercasters get the weather wrong. Things change quite quickly. However, one kink in the forecast said the snow would fall south of where I live-which was interesting. I’m sure there was a good explanation about warmer air and cooler air colliding.
The weathercaster also said, “by noon.” And by golly, before noon, I took the recyclables to the large recycling can, and what did I see? A snowflake. One snowflake.
But that was all I needed—one flake.
And then they came in a nice steady fall. I had a hard time taking my gaze from the view outside my window because the snow fell so beautifully. All seemed quiet, serene, joyous, and pretty.
Unfortunately, nothing stuck around. Typical.
South of my area of town, lots of snow fell. Happy people were able to sled, build snowmen, and have snowball fights. My little granddaughter lifted her arms to the sky and twirled, kicked, and ran about.
For a while, all was glorious.
Isn’t it nice that a simple thing like falling snow can blanket our heart?
More good stuff will be happening February 22-the release of my third romantic comedy mystery: