Slice of Life Tuesday is hosted by Two Writing Teachers
The forecast called for snow in the evening. But evening came and went and there was no snow.
And then, just past nine o’clock, as I was carting out the recycling bins full of the New York Times which we had deliberately avoided reading since the elections, I saw the first snow flakes of winter waft down from the inky sky. They drifted lazily at first, and then quickened their pace. Soon it was really snowing…as in snowflakes in greater numbers tumbling down faster and faster.
Soon, there was snow on every outdoor surface – that “blanket of white” my students love to write about. We waited a bit, Sophie and I, before venturing out. By the time we did, there was enough snow for us to trudge through, in that winter way: the crunch of boots and paws, and footprints left to be filled again.
The familiar late evening walk took on an air of magic. Twinkling holiday lights, glimpses of Christmas trees through windows, headlights inching slowly up the now-slick winter street – each new view was another delight to pause for a moment and take in. Sophie buried her nose in the snow from time to time, and tunneled her way through a path of snowy delight.
We made our way through the usual late night route made fresh with first snow. Winter is upon us, finally, and we are happy for it.