Monday, January 10, 2011

The Silence of Snow...

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? ~ J.B. Priestly 

I am not a big fan of cold weather; I get goosebumps when the temperature drops below 72 degrees.

but. 

I love the way the land looks when swathed in fresh comforters of snow. I love the sparkly twinkle of the sun bouncing off mounds of white, like tiny bits of glittery sugar sprinkled over a perfectly iced cake. 

and.

I marvel at the stark white silence that seems to envelope each falling flake. 

There is a moment, when the snow is falling, when everything is pure...perfect...silence...

I love that moment. I crave that moment. I breathe in the silence, gather my thoughts, relax in the absolute quiet and purity of stark, perfect, snow. 

and then I realise I'm freezing my bum off and run inside to take a hot bath and relax with a steaming cup of coffee.

Prompt #37: Snow! write about the snow.

3 comments:

Susan said...

Nice post, Karen. I like the silence of the snowfall, too. Susan

Joanne said...

As a kid in PA, I loved going to bed and awakening to snow. What to do first - build a snowman, sled? So magical. Then as an adult with a shovel you hope for dry powdery snow, not wet sloppy heavy snow. Somehow the poetry leaves unless you do not have to drive in it.

Tammy said...

Oh, I love that silence, too. Nothing else quite like it. Beautiful post.