The first fall of snow is not only an event, it is a magical event.
You go to bed in one kind of a world and wake up in another quite different,
and if this is not enchantment then where is it to be found? Â — J. B. Priestley
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Â It snowed overnight. I almost missed it, lost in a world of text, images and technology.
I was tinkering on Facebook and Twitter and started seeing reports of snow accumulating in the Nashville area. I opened my front door and it almost took my breath away.
My husband and I grabbed shoes and coats and practically ran out to experience one of natures most beautiful events. It softly, silently fell around us, bathing our yard, house and truck in a soft blanket of white. It crunched under our feet as we walked through our front yard.
It didn’t last long, and its already resulting in traffic tie-ups around town. But it nonetheless made me feel like a little kid for awhile. I’m sure my eyes were glowing like a five-year-old’s on Christmas morning. I fuss about driving in winter weather, but if I am safe at home? It’s a beautiful, magical time that just makes me HAPPY.
No idea when we’ll see more… I know it won’t last and when I leave my house later today, it’ll all be long gone. That blanket of white, returning to dull greens and browns. However, I remember… and the joy and Christmas spirit it gave me remains.