New. Fresh. Exciting.
I always suspect a little bit of magic comes with the first snow of the season.
My other thoughts have reflected my age and stage of life.
Will we have enough to sled? This comes from living at the foot of a great sledding hill when little. I couldn’t wait to get my own — begging a ride or loan from older brothers is not simple.
Will we have school? Once we moved out of town and depended on the school bus this question moved forward. I think many of the boys twisted this to — can we go hunting?
Canceling work was never a question. I worked in health care and hospitals are one of half a dozen 24/7 institutions.
Retirement brought thoughts of grabbing the camera, a cup of coffee, or a good book. Snow tends to bring a special sort of quiet — until the plowing team arrives.
This puzzle artist depicts 19th century Georgetown with holiday decorations and fresh, clean snow.
