Snow Day Joy

Day 6 of 31 at Two Writing Teachers!

Whenever I wake up to a wondrous white world, my heart starts to soar.  Snow muffles the harsh sounds of the city, brightens the dark dreariness of Midwestern winters, and softens the sharp edges of man-made constructions.  The world is reborn, reclaimed by nature's stunning beauty.

Somehow, the magic of this overnight transformation reminds me that goodness and wonder are all around.

the magical view from my window this morning!

When I was a giggly little girl, snow days meant a flurry of activity.  Sometimes alone and sometimes with a friend, I'd spend the afternoon busily building snow forts and shuttling myself around the yard in my plastic sled until I couldn't feel my nose anymore.  Inside the house, my mom would have a mug of sweet hot chocolate waiting for me, and I'd curl up and read until dinner time.  In the evening, Daddy and I might go cross-country skiing through a dazzling white forest or play hockey on the home-made ice rink he built every year in the backyard.

Now, a snow day is more of a much-needed day of rest.  Exhausted from the grueling (yet rewarding) work of teaching, there's nothing I enjoy more than an unexpected chance to sleep in, relax, and spend some quiet time at home.  However, sometimes I still get an urge to go outside and build a snow fort!

Husband and I built this igloo together during the big snow storm of 2009!