Winter’s day

Yesterday was one of those days that one wish for . . . over and over.

In the darkness of the morning I awoke and went to my coffee pot so I could pour that first hot cup. I set the timer so I could smell the aroma when I first gained consciousness. The morning as all are this time of year is slow by most people’s standards to arrive. The first rays of dawn tried to peak over the mountaintop about nine o’clock but it was a grey drab cold winter day, with not much wind.

As the darkness turned to light the first glimpse of a very fine mist of a snow was falling. As the morning progressed the size of the flakes continually grew larger as the accumulation on the ground or the deck railings approached six inches.

It would have been nice to sit and watch as the flakes made their way from the heavens to the earth but that was not to be for most of the day. There were other more pressing things to take care of around the house. Every time I took a break, looked outside, the swirl of the flakes in the light wind almost seemed magical in this early morning winter wonderland far different from those days of summer. Hopefully I can still feel that way in February or March after seeing white and darkness day after day for so long.

Ice

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