Saturday morning, January 24th, I woke up to a winter wonderland. One of the first things that I did that morning was to look out the window to see if the forecasted snow had come in; and yes, it most certainly had. Previously, I had checked the window at midnight, but no snow, so I went to sleep. For most of the week, the media had been reporting on this infamous snowstorm that was to sweep across most of the United States. Living in this part of the South, we sometimes get at least one good snowfall in our winter season. Obviously, it doesn’t compare to the snow that the northern and north eastern part of the country gets during the winter, but it can be a pretty big deal here.
The snow has been on the ground in my area for a little over a week now, and with the temps forecasted to be in the upper 40s, a lot of the snow and ice that’s on the ground, will soon be gone. It’s a sunny day, and with the temperature being what it is, there are plenty of sights and sounds of the dripping of the snow and ice as it melts.
Being the somewhat extreme introvert that I am, the snow sort of represented a natural, physical border between myself and the outside world. This past week has been quiet, and cold. Schools have been closed. People have been staying indoors. Life, for the most part, has slowed down. However, with the melting of the snow and ice, the quietness will slowly disappear. Life will begin to resume its normal pace; schools and businesses will be opening back up, and everyone will return to their regular schedules. I will miss the quiet that was created by the snowy days. The quiet creates the perfect atmosphere for my mind to think, to reflect, to rest and to recharge. The melting of the snow is just a reminder that nothing in life stays the same. It is ever-changing. We can only experience the moments of our life, but we cannot hold on to them. This past week of snow and ice gave me a new appreciation for winter. It is a beautiful season. And with the snowfall comes the peaceful brightness of a winter day, created as the white snow reflects the sun’s light. The natural visual art of warm sunsets against the bare oak trees. The feelings of cleanness and purity that the whiteness of the snow radiates. I have wholeheartedly enjoyed this season’s snow, and am thankful to have witnessed it.
To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven…Ecclesiastes 3: 1
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