Consider, the Snow
A short walk in the white of Winter
Everywhere, snow.
A blanket of white on everything in sight — the ground, the trees, anyplace to offer a safe landing — and I️ scan the woods.
White in all directions.
A blue-cold shade of white.
I️ walk along the driveway.
The fence line catches my eye, old timbers arranged in perfect disharmony, but serving their intended design, a sign where roses will be growing. Well attended, most times, as the years allow, but safe in their designated place.
Quiet. A profound quiet. This valley in the Carolina mountains is always so quiet, but even more so in snow. Only the river, off in the trees, breaks the silence, soft sounds of an icy mountain stream making its way over stones.
Cold eventually seeps into my gloves, around vulnerable corners. So I️ turn for the warmth of the kitchen, and more coffee. Warm and inviting.
But I can’t help but pause, looking back at this place, inhaling it, feeling every moment in these winter woods, so deeply inviting, too, in their own way.
I️ am content in both directions.
Is this happiness?
Everywhere, snow.
This is my Writing Cooperative entry 45. You’ll find me on Twitter, Instagram, and of course here on Medium. I love this place.
