Hi! Happy long weekend, merry family day, and greetings on this Louis Riel Day.
Just leaving a bit of a photo essay here, celebrating my love of snow.
I’m grateful for the snow. We have a lot of it this year, and I fully appreciate it. Many years have passed since I’ve been able to walk along with the sense that every sidewalk is now a snow tunnel or a snow fort that we all share. It’s pretty, sparkly, soft, quiet, pristine.
Snow reminds me of the passage of time.
Right now I’m in a chilled winter world that will become merely a strange distant thought in the green heat of July.
Things change much faster than we notice. Stare too hard and you see no change. Look away for a second and when your gaze returns, everything’s shifted.
Change is a constant. A devastating thought if you want to hang onto anything. But a comforting thought if you just need a break.
For me personally, I’m not yet done with winter. Yes yes, a very weird thing to say. I realize everyone around me is cursing the double-blizzard of this particular long weekend… making it feel even longer. (Hey, since when is that a bad thing? Ha.)
But as of yesterday, when the second blizzard of the weekend pummelled us, I haven’t emerged to check on the snow piles. Last I saw, the snow accumulation at church amounted to a massive mountain that takes up a third of the parking lot. It’s fascinating! I love that feeling of being surrounded by immense towers of snow. It makes me feel like a child again!
While I still have a lot to explore, here are a few of my private snow-appreciation pictures taken this January and February.
Thanks for reading this far and witnessing my love of snow and winter. The days are growing longer and brighter. Stay warm, friends!