Winter for a Day
February 18, 2006We spent a long weekend up in Boone and as if we placed an order for it, we got a little snow fall. When we woke up Saturday morning in my parents house I had that same feeling I used to have so many years ago as a child. The blinds are drawn, but there is a wash of light pushing through them. It's so quiet outside, and the floor is cold when you get out of bed and make your way to peek outside. The world is covered in a beautiful blanket of white, and the large wet flakes are falling softly out of the morning sky.
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We could hear the busy patter of the boys feet on the woodfloors upstairs and the sound of their enthusiastic entries to coax my Mom and Dad out into the snow even before breakfast. Drifting down the stairs is the smell of Coffee and my Mom's biscuits. Catherine and I lay in the small bed a while longer just watching the snow fall and taking it all in. There are moments in your life that you know you are recording memories.
Later the boys and I went sledding with my Dad in what little snow there really was. By mid-afteroon it had stopped and was even starting to disappear. But the taste was enough. We had winter for a day and it was wonderful.
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