|Frankfort, KY. Circa 2012. I didn't get any pictures of today's snow here.|
Groggy in the middle of the night I checked the time. 1:55. I rolled over to find sleep again but then remembered the hourly forecast. Flakes could be falling. I grabbed my glasses and made my way to the big window in the living room. My glance from the kitchen gave me no sight of snow but I was still hopeful. I pulled the curtain aside and focused. No snow. I looked up at the street light. No snow. It would probably be a bust like so many weather forecasts are.
Back to bed until the alarm went off. I asked for snooze but then remembered the hope for snow. Out of bed twenty minutes earlier than normal I headed back down the hallway toward the big window again. Before I could make it I saw from the kitchen: Snow! A respectable amount for November 12th. It covered over the ground and the leaves.
Much to my husband's dismay, I think, giddy squeels ensued. Snow! Snow! It snowed!
I love the snow. In the barrenness of winter, it covers over all the lifeless trees and land with sparkling, perfect white. In bone-chilling cold, it reflects the sun brightly through the windows and warms the soul.
Today I am thankful for snow.