A chill in the air, with just enough wind to blow snow from the trees branches. The Wonderdog leaping (yes, leaping) through the snow … physically expressing the joy I felt from within.
I was experiencing a delightful, soul satisfying walk in the snow.
Those who know me, know of my love of white, frosty precipitation brightening our winter skies.
Snow is not a common experience in the Pacific Northwetwest. More often our precipitation is wet, cold and the skies dreary. My Canadian East Coast upbringing meant that winter and snow were synonymous with each other (from as early as Halloween to beyond April Fools day).
Though I forget just how long those months can be, how frustrating it is to haul garbage cans to the curb each week (when the curb is covered in multiple feet of snow), how the mat at the door is always wet, the torture of pushing a shopping cart through an unplowed parking lot … I still miss the white stuff, and revel when there is even the slightest chance it might appear.
I love how it brightens the night sky, how it illuminates a lamppost’s light, how it coats whatever it touches, how it changes plans, slows us down, draws our eyes outward and upward.
A walk in the snow was the medicine I needed most. It satisfied this weary soul, replenishing me with joy.
“For I will satisfy the weary soul,
and every languishing soul I will replenish.”
Jeremiah 31:25
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