The Calming Hush of the First Snow

It’s tough for me to be grateful for snow. Truly - that’s one of those things that throws me off-practice almost instantly. Instant grumbling. Instant falling into old ruts of grouching and complaining at the sky. I get real bad skin psoriasis in the winter- little patches of dry itchy redness to remind me that I’m allergic to the cold. I’ve never had any interest in winter sports. The couple of times I’ve tried to be romantic and go skating with John have ended in disaster - one time in a dress and that was a REALLY bad terrible no good always wear pants in winter kind of idea.

But the first day… that very first day… it’s just so pretty right?
So soft. So still.
Blankets of muffled cotton.

When all the world is hushed and glittering with snow
Cold far as the eye can see, carpeted in ice cream quiet
There’s a murmur of winter that my heart will always know
And a whisper of the wind that yearns to sigh it.