I suspect that only the northerners among you — and maybe even only the American northerners at that– will truly be able to imagine the tremendous glee with which I awoke to find that it was a snow day.
Snow Days are sheer gift.
They instantly bring back memories of switching the radio on as a child, eagerly awaiting the announcement: School District 10 — closed.
I have never got past the belief that snow is God’s way of telling us to stop. And being alone on top of a hill, with a tree down across the drive and no electricity is as clear a sign as one can hope for. So I spent a glorious morning watching the snow fall. Then, when snow had stopped and birds had returned, I sat beneath a purring cat, watching the robins dance and the trees cast off their burden.
I’m sure there were things I could have done that did not involve either car or computer. But for a few hours today, the demands of beauty far outweighed the demands of my to-do list.
I hope it was the same for you.