It's always a bright and shining moment when you're making a snowman on your roommate's car to surprise her and she and her boyfriend walk out of your dorm, thinking someone is trying to hijack her car.
Yes, my beloveds. It snowed today. The first real, non-slushy snow. Not only did it snow today, but it snowed ALL day. No stops for nothin'. It was like all my dreams had come true (plus, I saw Brave for the first time, which means all my dreams did come true). I got hot chocolate mix just as the grocery store was closing and I called my best friend back home. He described what I was expressing as an "elated rapture" of sorts. That is exactly what took place.
As previously stated, Christmas is my absolute favorite of the holidays. It has a magic and a unique beauty to it that no other holidays quite express for me. The only piece of Christmas that I have never been able to experience, though, has been that wonder that is the floating ice that dances across the sky and makes its way down to earth to cover it with a glistening white blanket; each stitch filled with a gentle joy. Snow.
(I feel like I just wrote a Hallmark card.)
The only other times I have ever experienced snow have meant slushies of water, but this was different. This was completely different.
I saw it. I literally frolicked in it, and -- I promise you -- woodland creatures were singing as I did so. It was incredible. I am five years old and it was incredible. It took everything within me not to plop down and make a snow angel right then and there.
As I stood ankle-deep in snow for an hour or so tonight, just marveling at this heaven-sent wonder, everything was beautiful in the world. It was illuminated with a comfort. All was well.
Yes, my beloveds. It snowed today. The first real, non-slushy snow. Not only did it snow today, but it snowed ALL day. No stops for nothin'. It was like all my dreams had come true (plus, I saw Brave for the first time, which means all my dreams did come true). I got hot chocolate mix just as the grocery store was closing and I called my best friend back home. He described what I was expressing as an "elated rapture" of sorts. That is exactly what took place.
As previously stated, Christmas is my absolute favorite of the holidays. It has a magic and a unique beauty to it that no other holidays quite express for me. The only piece of Christmas that I have never been able to experience, though, has been that wonder that is the floating ice that dances across the sky and makes its way down to earth to cover it with a glistening white blanket; each stitch filled with a gentle joy. Snow.
(I feel like I just wrote a Hallmark card.)
The only other times I have ever experienced snow have meant slushies of water, but this was different. This was completely different.
I saw it. I literally frolicked in it, and -- I promise you -- woodland creatures were singing as I did so. It was incredible. I am five years old and it was incredible. It took everything within me not to plop down and make a snow angel right then and there.
As I stood ankle-deep in snow for an hour or so tonight, just marveling at this heaven-sent wonder, everything was beautiful in the world. It was illuminated with a comfort. All was well.
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