I’ve been looking out of the windows in search of snow. Is it wrong to say that I’ve been hoping for a snow day?
There’s something restorative about a cold day that you get to spend relaxing indoors, enjoying the quiet and a good book, or watching a movie with a cup of hot chocolate. Maybe it’s because I’m a winter baby myself, and I love cold weather, or maybe it’s just the magic of snow. This time of year is my favorite; bundling up in scarves and coats, the spice of egg nog, the carols and lights.
Friends tease me, saying that I haven’t experienced enough “real” winter yet, and perhaps they’re right. To me, snow is still magical. It’s clean, it’s cold, and it’s so beautiful. A mesmerizing effort toward the renewal that is spring.
Maybe the key here is renewal. I’m always in search of that. Ever the tumbleweed, I can’t even count how many times I’ve started over. Always on the lookout for change.
Change will come either way.