Yesterday I got an emotional lift. The month of November around here (Brockville, Ontario) has been a bit on the unusually mild side, and with a lot of people chorusing the notion that this will likely be a mild winter with little snow.
Yet yesterday morning I awoke to find dawn brightening over about two or three centimeters of fresh snow on the ground and still snowing lightly as I left for work around ten after seven.
Now where I live it's easy to see some countryside and I found it to be a beautiful sight that gladdened my heart. Of course I knew the temperature would rise during the day and it would all be gone by about noon or so, and it was.
When it snows in the early morning or anytime there's little activity around everything seems so still and quiet. The only discordant sound I could hear were the envisioned echoes of fellow citizens about town that were no doubt bitching about the snowfall: "Aw, Christ! Snow! Just what I don't need." or words to that effect.
Nonetheless, the sight put joy in my heart and for much of the rest of the day I found myself in a good mood and little seemed able to dampen my spirits. Whiners be damned.
I don't get tired of snow and winter until about late February then I've had about enough and I'm ready for some milder weather and lighter clothing.
But until then, bring it on.
I'm really in the mood now to tweak my custom made Santa costume, and I want to see what my homemade outdoor reindeer decoration looks like at night with fresh snow.
Yet yesterday morning I awoke to find dawn brightening over about two or three centimeters of fresh snow on the ground and still snowing lightly as I left for work around ten after seven.
Now where I live it's easy to see some countryside and I found it to be a beautiful sight that gladdened my heart. Of course I knew the temperature would rise during the day and it would all be gone by about noon or so, and it was.
When it snows in the early morning or anytime there's little activity around everything seems so still and quiet. The only discordant sound I could hear were the envisioned echoes of fellow citizens about town that were no doubt bitching about the snowfall: "Aw, Christ! Snow! Just what I don't need." or words to that effect.
Nonetheless, the sight put joy in my heart and for much of the rest of the day I found myself in a good mood and little seemed able to dampen my spirits. Whiners be damned.
I don't get tired of snow and winter until about late February then I've had about enough and I'm ready for some milder weather and lighter clothing.
But until then, bring it on.

