Sent: 1/21/2002 6:14 PM
Nezerly and I walked over the park yesterday, hot cocoa and coffee in hand. We arrived to see a white
Laughter filled the air.
Babies discovered snow for the first time. Their little hands reaching out to this white stuff that had somehow appeared all over the place. Wow! Freezing sensations run through them. They gurgle a smile. Snow is cold.
Two little boys followed their parents out of the park, each with a snowball in hand. "Are you saving those?" I asked. His mom answered that the snowballs were going in Ziploc bags and into the freezer for safe-keeping. For them, the miracle of snow was hard to let go. They may not keep the snow, but they'll always have the memory.
It felt like I was walking in the song, "Winter Wonderland". The bare trees were now fruitful in their white branches. The ground was a multi-dimensional mono-chrome. The sun played with the ice, casting reflections of color onto the white. It was beautiful. It was its own.
A mother and young daughter were cautiously climbing into an inner-tube at the top of a hill. We stopped to watch them giggle and laugh at the mere anticipation of the fall. Settled in their seats, they yelled, "READY!", and a young grandmother came up behind them and gave them a good push. With screams of excitement, they raced along the snow towards the valley. The grandmother looked on laughing in joy. When the inner-tube stopped, bright smiles exited, the mother pleading, "Do you want to do it again?"
Lots of snowmen lined the park. I wish we had had a camera to take pictures of them all. Each its own work of art. A father and daughter of three or four had built two, toddler-sized snow-well, I guess I should say snow-PEOPLE. The father gave the snowlady beautiful locks of pine needles as he called his daughter over to take a look. She didn't seem too impressed with his styling, but she thought it would be okay. We laughed and laughed.
It was a wonderful time, more wonderful because I got to share it with Nezerly. =)
