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by Pat Smith on February 05, 2021


Last weekend’s snow, with many reporting 9-12 inches of new snow from Saturday afternoon through Sunday evening in our area, created a deep layer of pure whiteness over the entire landscape. Many of us turn our thoughts immediately to clearing driveways and sidewalks and parking spaces as we see a snow storm let loose. We think of what the roads will be like for our necessary rounds. We think of the trouble each of those tiny flakes will cause for us and others for days to come. There’s no denying that’s part of what a snowfall brings. 

My thoughts often go to other places. In my childhood, snow was a source of delight. I think of euphoric, wide-ranging, epic snowball fights all through my neighborhood. There were long treks across open fields to an area that ran down toward a creek along well-worn paths that made for wonderful, fast and a bit risky sledding runs. Our family dog, King, loved snow, and he and I would romp together, spending as much time down in the snow as chasing one another around the yard. Snow was a source of joy.

Laura and I live on the sixth floor of our building. This puts us in a position where we watched last weekend’s snow from up in the blowing, falling, swirling flakes. It also gave us a bird’s-eye-view of the factors I have mentioned: the state of the road out in front of our condos, how our parking lot and walks were cleared, neighbors as they cleaned off their cars, stood in the snow with their dogs, short-lived snowball fights between couples and friends and parents pulling their little ones on sleds. Delighted cries echoed to us from voices of all ages down along the river. Such were our realties from our treetop view of the recent snow. 

There is one other element of a good snowfall for me, one that invites, sustains and settles on my heart and mind in ways that bring peace and contentment, an opportunity to just be. After all the work and all the fun, there comes time to sit—maybe alone, maybe with family or friends, maybe with a good book or with a fire going, indoors or outside—time to just be where all is still, where we can breathe easy and deep, and relish the quiet and beauty that can come with pure, clean, beautiful, freshly fallen snow. May we all take time to breathe, just breathe, and find the rest we all might need right now. 

Standing with you as a fellow traveler in these days,


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