Yesterday, we had a moderately messy snow storm. It was a mixture of freezing rain and snow, but not as bad as it could have been (and not as bad as our local television stations would like it to be, if you know what I mean). This morning, I took the dog out for a walk, and the air felt fairly warm but there was still this layer of ice on top of everything. There was a satisfying “crunch” as we walked in the dark morning hours before anyone else was up. Our crunching footfalls echoed off the houses. I like that feeling of the body just heavy enough to crash through the first layer of ice, and then sink down into the soft snow underneath. I suppose the warmth will melt a lot of yesterday’s snow, leaving it packed and dirty. But this morning, it was fresh and clean and full of sounds not yet created.
Peace (in the morning of the day),
Kevin