If you have read here for any amount of time, you know that I am not a fan of winter. It is my least favorite season. It is so cold I walk around with my shoulders around my ears like earrings. I miss the sun and I have a tendency to get a little depressed. However, I do appreciate and look forward to the beauty of the first snowfall.
This last Sunday we had our first snowfall in Chicago. The weathermen were predicting one to two inches. We got 7 inches! I would like to have that job where I can be so wrong, but still remain employed. Being a Sunday, it was a perfect day for snow. We had nowhere we had to be, no work, no commitments and we could just stay close to home and enjoy it with no aggravation.
During our morning walk, Gatsby was not so sure about the snow. He walked with an expression on his face that made me think that his brain was thinking “Oh no! Not this again.”
But later he got into the snow by enjoying a little self-inflicted snow rubdown and catching snowballs thrown by me.
It was a beautiful snowfall. Big wet flakes that coated every surface with a white fluffy covering. From my windows it looked like a snowglobe outside. And once outside, the earth was hushed in a blanket of white.
The snow made the Christmas lights shimmering and diffused that seemed to make the whole tree glow from within.
It was a time to breathe in the peace of the night. A small deserved moment in an otherwise busy world. –June
Everything is magical when it snows, everything looks pretty. – Lorelei Gilmore