Today, as the day passed, it brought with it the gift of first snow.
This morning our world looked like this:
The wind came fast, bringing welcome winter with it. My children had the day free from school. They romped and primped and lived their secret little-creature lives:
My son, inured to cold, invented a game called “animal football.” I still don’t know the rules.
Middle dream-child gazed out the window for half the day; she told only her Bear what was on her mind.
Snow. Gray glazed sky. Autumn earth settling. The freeze turns us inward, homeward. Here, narcissus blooming, a cool-white winter warmth.