The First Snow of the Season

The snow has partially melted now, but today was the first snow of the season and it was magical. with the blustery day it started out as this morning the snow pelting sideways in giant flurries was beautiful, granted I was inside at work looking out. But now here I am at home, having braved the roads and most importantly the other drivers. Cozied up, the sound of  instrumental Celtic Christmas music playing lightly in the back ground, almost overpowered by the sounds of the crackling fire warming the room. There is something amazingly magical about a white covered world. Something cold and wet, but that only makes the fire dryer and warmer by comparison. I have never become accustomed to white Christmases. That is the down side of living at a 400 ft elevation in a dry-summer subtropical temperate mesothermal climate region. we get our wind storms, power outages, floods and almost everything else biblical, but we don't usually get to much snow  four or five days a year, usually after the holidays. Today however gave meaning to the Baby, it's cold outside (besides the fact that the song is really just an elaborate innuendo).

It isn't very late especially for a Saturday, however with the snow driving me in after work and the roaring fire soothing my spirit I find myself yawning, with the relaxing ambiance permeating through the house. even the dog is curled upon his bed sleeping like a baby, frisbee chasing dreamless, sleep. the blanket of slushy, snow that is inevitably freezing into icy death traps is oddly comforting. not the dangerous extreme weather but the fact that its outside, it's around and above us be we, we are cocooned comfortably in our own little worlds of hot chocolate, wood fires, and good books.