So quiet today. Snowflakes falling…falling…falling until they landed silently atop a million or more drifted near my door. Later, a slight tug-of-war broke out, highlighted by the sound of rubber screeching slightly. Me, using a bit of force to push against it. “No, don’t open me,” my back door seemed to say.
The white seal at the bottom of the door frame had expanded. The cold of dropping temperatures together with the freezing flakes of white seemed to have made the door fit tighter. Finally, with another push of my shoulder the door burst free, flooding me with fresh cold air.
My back yard is blanketed in virgin white snow. I’d guess about six inches or more. Not an animal track to be seen anywhere. No deer or turkey, nor feathered friends have crossed my land. The tree branches hang covered, while bushes low to the ground look like they have been drizzled with powdered sugar icing. They remind me of cookies decorated long ago with a frosting tube. Obviously, the ‘child’ in me got carried away……Still, they are beautiful.
The snowflakes started last night. I caught a glimpse of them when I let my ‘Doodle’ dog out just before bedtime. Snowflakes splashed on to my face. New and wet, fresh from a dark moonlit sky. I ran to grab my camera phone, hoping to capture a picture of them falling in front of a street light. Such a sight to behold. No one else seen on the road. I was wrapped in the quiet wonder of it. Under the light, such a contrast between the jet black onyx of the sky and the sparkling bright, white snow. It was as though no one existed in all the world except for me and God.
Back inside the warmth of my cozy home, I wiped clumps of snow off the paws of my loyal furry friend. Locking doors before bed, I peeked out a leaded glass window one last time to view the street light where snowflakes had given me something to dream about. Yes, the lamp still shined brightly among the darkness. And, all around it fell beautiful wet snow flakes of silent white.