Perfect Winter Day

Joy in having to step knee deep in soft powder, no shock to the system as boots fill with snow, worth the damp socks later. Life slows down. Walk across the large expanse of snow shattering the sparkles on its shimmering surface. Air not quite cold enough to be called crisp. Wind pinches the cheeks bringing a blush to beaming faces. Everyone has to get somewhere, bounding wagging dogs must be walked. Even old cars and forgotten lawn furniture look magical when covered in snow. Crunching underfoot, making the path a little slippery. Snow falls enough to look like a storm, not enough to catch on hair or eyelashes. Men laughing together, brushing cars and clearing sidewalks. The boss goes around office, telling those she finds to head home early. Catch the eye of a child, looking forward to another snowday, the rush of a toboggan hill. Forgive the hard work of shovelling or the longer commute, enjoy the quiet beauty. A snowfall they write songs about. A scene unpaintable, unable to even to be captured by a camera. Indescribable. It fills the heart and brings tears to the eyes. The perfect winter day December 3rd, 2007.