Asleep in her Stressless recliner, suddenly she woke, startled that the door and the window were bright, quickly realizing that it had snowed throughout the night when she heard the crack of a branch, snapping because it was covered in snow.
Her soul swooned slowly, listening to the snow falling faintly around her, blanketing the now frozen land and the trees, faintly falling, turning the world white and pure. Surely she thought, as she gently rocked, that she was part of something greater. Something wondrous and beautiful. And stirring in the back of her mind were the memories of her childhood.
Drawn by these memories, she rose and went outside with nothing to wear but a a knit cap, a sweater, jeans, and boots. The snow flakes were still swirling, the snow climbing her calves and filling her boots, the world a wonderland like that of the snow globe she treasured as as a child. Wasn’t it beautiful, she thought, to walk on something no one had ever walked on before, making her feel special, which she was.
Then it came to her, the idea to do what she had done as a child. To lay in the snow, to look at the heavens, to catch a snow flake on her tongue, to make a snow angel, to become one with the earth and the sky.
Finally, tiredness and cold overcame her. Her nose was red, her fingers frostbitten. The beauty of snow can be bitter and sweet. As she returned to her home, she thought:
Thank goodness for snow, for snow like a rainbow, like a bird singing in Spring is Nature’s reminder — no matter how old you are, a reminder to the rich and the poor, the proud and the humble, no matter where you have been and how much you’ve seen, that things could still be new if you are willing to believe that simple things in life still matter.