The two most magical words I know – “Snow Day.” I live in Georgia. We don’t get a lot of snow down here. It kills me sometimes. I have so many wonderful childhood memories of forts and sledding and snowball fights, I sometimes feel guilty about raising my children in a city that is lucky to see an inch of snow a year.
Well this year we have hit the jackpot, relatively speaking. Not only did we have our first white Christmas since the 1800’s, but we are in the midst of a real live snow storm. The locals are calling it “Snowpocalypse,” which makes me laugh. I lived in Wisconsin during a year when we saw record snowfall. Six to eight inches isn’t all that much in the grand scheme of things, but I’ll take what I can get.
I know that all of you up North are probably tired of snow by now, but I don’t care. Snow is magical. If you don’t believe me, go outside the next time it snows at night. When everyone else is in bed, and the world is quiet, you can hear the snow fall. It is a tiny, gentle sound, but it fills me with a sense of perfect peacefulness. It’s like instant meditation.
So anyway, Firefly is just going to have to wait. I’m taking a snow day. It you need me, I’ll be outside making snow angels with my kids.
The images above are photographs of genuine snowflakes, taken with fancy lighting and a microscope, from www.SnowCrystals.com