Today’s the first real snow we’ve had in Tulsa in a year or so, a treat to cozy up inside and enjoy the calm it brings. Snowfall quiets everything down, mutes the sounds, takes the traffic off the street, forces us to stop rushing and sit back and reflect. I know there are the days when it freezes and we lose power and can’t move around the city, even when working people have to, but there is that time when it’s just softly falling and there’s no reason to do anything but enjoy it.
The fireplace is lit, hot chocolate in the mug, soup on the stove, and nothing but quiet outside.
Except my dog, Molly, short for Good Golly Miss Molly, who wonders why I’m not out running with her in the 20 degree weather.
Now the cats and dogs are curled up, and my mind is racing back to all the snowy days of my life. My childhood when we sledded and made snow angels and snowmen and had snowball fights and drank hot chocolate and ate snow ice cream. How idyllic it was in the 1950s. It’s fun to fast forward to my own children, doing the same things, bundled up in mittens and snow suits…
and still playing as teens…
and then on to my grandchildren enjoying their first snowfalls…
I can’t believe I have to look back to see them as babies. They grow up so fast. Sigh.
Later, I’m going to bundle up and go play outside, even for a short time. Because it’s still magic and I still can…
Confetti Thoughts 