Snow in the city…. It doesn’t happen often but when it does you need to grasp the moment
Looking out the windows I am flooded with memories of childhood and the wonders of snow. The wide eye excitement of getting dressed and rushing outdoors, mothers calling in the distance be careful, wear your hats, be home before dark.
I was drawn to the outdoors this morning to relive parts of those memories and to create new ones reminiscent of this time in my life.
The city so still, grounded to a halt by snow. Cars and roads covered in a thick quilt of white and fast falling snowflakes, this morning was perfect
The city looks abandoned, as if some strange phenomenon has taken most the population and the few that you do meet are different, they are happy, giddy and exuberant just by being in the snow. Shouts of good morning, happy holidays, Merry Christmas have replaced the angry or non-existent chatter of normal city life
The excitement of being the first to lay footprints on patches of new snow, as if we have claimed this land for the first time. Making snow angles and snowman with Maggie jumping around laughing and smiling, the two of us being child-like again.
As the morning draws on and the skies get brighter our world looks a bit different, more people have emerged and the cars are starting to come to life.
Our moment of morning snow bliss has come to end with new memories of this life, this day and reminders of the past we trudge home to tired from play and happy for the moments
Our city, our snow, our story
Catherine & Maggie
