by Jill Kemerer
We woke up to a light layer of snow last Sunday, and the flakes continued to fall all day. It’s funny how snow can evoke different moods. The tiny pellets pelted diagonally by brisk winds don’t make me ooh or ahh. Those little buggers turn into drifts, and you can tell just by looking at them they’ll sting your face if you walk outside.
The big, fat flakes make me happy. They’re cute and fun, and no, they won’t last. They tend to dissolve as soon as they hit the ground.
The mid-sized flakes, though–the ones that fall for hours on end–those bring a smile to my face. They accumulate as the day wears on, and they look so special, gently coming down. Beautiful.
Winter can be so bleak and dreary. The pretty leaves covering the trees are gone; the trunks and branches stand gray against the sky. It will be months before vivid red roses appear and green grass meets the eye. But sitting inside, watching it snow, brings a beauty all its own.
What do you find beautiful in December?
Have a lovely day!