Life Lately: When We Get to Our Halcyon Days

I’ve grown quite sentimental about snow over the years. Full of beautiful metaphor like fresh starts or buried burdens; the distant thrum of longing within us. Here, it doesn’t come in slow, soft flakes but with a fury of wind and blinding walls of white. Blue skies of sunshine and that familiar quiet of winter greet the next morning with gentle coyness, causing you to forget how it broke autumn in the night. This season is all about brief magic. I understand what Plath meant when she wrote, “I know a little more how much a simple thing like a snowfall can mean to a person.” I just feel so grateful.