on the morning of the first snow
It always feels magical to me, even after forty years of experiencing it, the first snowfall of autumn. It snows, the world quietens, slow down. All is calm and wondrous. Your ten-year-old sings Christmas carols at breakfast while eating a pudding stuffed with lingonberries you picked in the woods a few days ago. The light changes, becomes softer but suddenly like it’s more there somehow. Just like you.
Your words got me longing for snow, but I'll settle for now with stormy winds and showery rain. Good weather to get comfy inside and do lots of reading.
ReplyDeleteI find storms are the perfect indoors hygge weather! Hope you get some snow sometime, too.
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