Snowfall
The first snowfall of winter. Okay - it snowed earlier this year - but when I opened the blinds today, there were large fat flakes of snow spinning out of the sky and coating everything with a soft wet blanket of cold fluff. For anyone who lives in Colorado - there are several types of snow. This was my favorite (mostly because it doesn't leave sheets of ice on all your windows) - but it is also the most damaging to the landscape.
My work graciously let us out two hours early to ensure everyone made it home safely. So I wisely chose to use that time driving over to a friend's house for a get together - because I'm silly that way. And I think I renewed my Colorado snow license by successfully making it to my destination despite several slippery starts and stops - and one light that I had to run - 'cause the brakes weren't going to cut it.
But it was beautiful. Everything was beautiful. And for the first time in a long time, it brought back the good memories of my hometown. The peaceful days. The times when we bundled up in sweaters and moonboots, when we went on moon-lit walks and the white flakes came spinning out of a dark sky filled with thousands of pinpricks of light (and how it can snow without clouds was always a fun mystery - but it does!).
It was peaceful. And even though I didn't think I was ready for winter, I really enjoyed the first true snowfall of the year - although I would recommend helping the trees out by knocking some of the larger chunks of snow out of their branches!
My work graciously let us out two hours early to ensure everyone made it home safely. So I wisely chose to use that time driving over to a friend's house for a get together - because I'm silly that way. And I think I renewed my Colorado snow license by successfully making it to my destination despite several slippery starts and stops - and one light that I had to run - 'cause the brakes weren't going to cut it.
But it was beautiful. Everything was beautiful. And for the first time in a long time, it brought back the good memories of my hometown. The peaceful days. The times when we bundled up in sweaters and moonboots, when we went on moon-lit walks and the white flakes came spinning out of a dark sky filled with thousands of pinpricks of light (and how it can snow without clouds was always a fun mystery - but it does!).
It was peaceful. And even though I didn't think I was ready for winter, I really enjoyed the first true snowfall of the year - although I would recommend helping the trees out by knocking some of the larger chunks of snow out of their branches!
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