snow magic

Snow falling, thick and fast and feathery.

Working at home, anticipating the weather, waiting waiting waiting all day.

Then the real start — surprise! — when you open the door after nightfall and see the snow in action.

The blanket of silence, the loud softness of precipitation sticking and piling up.

A walk through the bright white street after dark, flakes sticking to your face.

Watching your husband throw snowballs the dog catches straight down her throat.

The same dog racing through the powder like the happiest kid in the candy shop.

A thrilling game of “is that a mountain lion or deer in the distance?” (it was a deer)

Laughter.

Moments together.

Winter treasures.

Here, hold my hand.

Let’s go back, I’m getting cold!

Guitar by the fire.

This song. (Or this version.)

Tiny, extraordinary, magical things.