Snow

It’s November 7 and it’s snowing out. Snow that is actually sticking. There’s got to be at least an inch already. It seems too early for snow in the Pacific Northwest, but I feel grateful for it. Snow makes me feel so warm and happy to be at home, looking out the window with a mug of hot tea.

It’s like snow is an event, in and of itself. Suddenly I’m drawn to cozy couch cuddles and baking and the fake fireplace video that lasts for 8 hours (love it when I can say it’s a real fireplace) and hot baths. Baths that are enhanced just by knowing there’s a blanket of snow outside! It only makes sense as an energy that accompanies the snow. The world quiets down a bit. There’s way fewer people on the street below. No motorcycles blaring by tonight. I can feel that people are slowing down and hunkering in. They’re cooking up soups and sipping hot chocolate and looking out the window.

It’s a magical, quiet(er) (since I’m in the city) wonderland.