Ah, Snow Days! The joy of school-age children and (come closer, I'm going to whisper a secret - teachers, too). But there are snow days and there are snow days. Today is an example of a perfect snow day: the snow is lazy about falling. No hurry. Just drifting down landing like dust. You can still get outside and drive without fear of slipping and sliding, unlike snow days that trap you inside.
The best thing about snow days is their unpredictability. You can wish for them, even pray for them, but you can't predict them; at least not with any certainity. That's the magic of them - like a gift for no reason. I can remember the thrill of waking up when I was a little girl, and discovering school had been canceled. More than that, I remember the thrill of waking up and looking out my bedroom window to see the world transformed. There is no duplication of the white that is snow. And when the sun shines on it, it is dazzling. Diamonds cannot compare with the brillance of sun shining on fresh fallen snow.
So, what am I going to do with my snow day? Probably nothing. I have a long list of things I need to do, but all I seem to be able to accomplish is looking out of the window and watching it snow. I do plan to go outside and stand on my back patio and listen to the quiet. The world sounds different when it is blanketed by snow. The quiet is so complete, you can almost touch it or wrap it around yourself like a blanket. The word solitude comes to mind, something we don't get much of in today's fast paced world.
Ah snow days - I am going to savor today.