SNOW
Why do we love or hate snow in our neighbourhood?
What does it teach us, when we confront it?
How do we treat it?
Is it the icing on the cake?
Is it the magnifying glass that exposes the intricate beauty of nature?
Is it the imaginary brick wall that says “Stop! Look! Listen!”
Is it a danger, a pain, an inconvenient visitor? or a joy we wish for, because of the quiet it brings, that forces us to either stay sheltered or dress for the occasion to play and laugh with others on snowy slopes.
How softly it dresses the trees and mountains and reflects the sun.
How mesmerizing it is, as it falls from the heavens; how quietly fascinating.
As a child, I remember catching snowflakes on my tongue, while the rest of my face was gently Continue reading