As folk of the southern hemisphere bid farewell to the warm, sunny temperatures, the snow dances its last waltz in the northern hemisphere.
When this white, fluffy stuff falls from the heavens it delights spirits and spurs the soul with thrill and excitement. In fact J.B. Priestley puts it spot on with his quote:
“The first fall of snow is not only an event, it is a magical event. You go to bed in one kind of a world and wake up in another quite different, and if this is not enchantment then where is it to be found?”
So true. Snow sprinkles a certain kind of magic when it first falls. Oh, how we welcome it! Faces, beaming bright with huge grins. Eyes, all lit up with the sparkle of disbelief at the snowy sight that unfolds. Merriment. Joy. Oodles and oodles of it.
Yes, cherished memories come rushing in like a high-powered electric train. Scenes of the white winter wonderland of my childhood flash in front of me. I see myself, swaddled in bright-coloured woollies traipsing through the deep snow, my feet, snug in warm, furry, snowshoes. My head topped with a rich crocheted crown of woollen pompoms and tassels. Oh, how I loved that woolly bonnet!
I still remember with great vividness, the sight of the small bush in our garden, its twigs shrouded in a soft, wispy veil of delicate snowflakes….how simply enchanting it was. What fun it was to help shovel away the snow. Shrieking, laughing while having snowball fights, and giggling in delight as everyone skidded and slipped on the ice…there is no remembrance of casualties, so I guess all was safe and sound.
“Snowflakes are kisses from heaven.” We love them. We adore how snow feels. Ever tried catching snowflakes with the mouth wide open and then feeling the sudden, sharp iciness as they softly land? That’s when you’ve been touched by a snowflake angel!
But when the snow outstays its welcome and seems to drown the landscape, bringing everything to a halt. Roads blocked, airports closed. People are ready for it to just go away.
E.E. Cummings declared: “The snow doesn’t give a soft white damn whom it touches.” Sigh.
So, therefore, we bid adieu to snow – the enchanting winter wonderland – and, now, watch it dance its last waltz. Play on, maestro.
Maloquacious © 2013