That is exactly what it felt like today when we went out for our afternoon walk. The weatherman called for snow, and Mother Nature delivered it beautifully – all day long. What a treat. The dance of the snowflakes started a little after 9 am and continued until 6 pm. It was an absolutely marvellous snowy day, and I loved every minute of it.
The big fluffy flakes seemed to be having a grand time as they floated and glided around on their way to making new dresses for the trees and fresh blankets for the fields. What a joy to watch the choreography of the dance as they wove and spun their magic. I kept moving from window to window when I was inside the house, and felt like I was right in the middle of the most amazing snow-globe when I went outside.
The snowflakes fashioned an outfit for me too as I walked across the fields and I loved the touch of Mother Nature’s cold white paint-brush on my cheeks and tongue. She is such a talented artist isn’t she?
If you have a chance to walk in the snow this weekend, be sure to try to catch a snowflake on your tongue. Go ahead. Be a kid again and just do it.
Now, it's time to figure out what the book is about, the hardest part. I have to root deep inside my soul for the answer. I hate it when I have to be brave. I will discover if this is just another loss of nerve or if there is something real inside me worth saying enough to conquer my fears.
ReplyDeleteI am going to write about snow, a little, before going to bed.
P. S. You keep writing too. Sometimes writing seems like a crazy thing to do, but if nobody wrote, we wouldn't have any of your stories to read. The world would be a more impoverished place if that happened.
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