A blizzard blew in Monday and kept us home Tuesday, but didn't hit with quite the force they'd predicted. And thank goodness for that - power stayed on, and the Northeast was covered in a perfect blanket of white. While cold weather isn't my favorite, suffering with cold fingers and toes, and in a continuous search of clothing to keep me warm, I recalled this morning on my walk to the post office the delight in a brisk cold air hitting one's face. The snow looks like powdered sugar, and crunches under foot with each step.
Memories of living in Saratoga Springs flood back, with each step. How this sound was heard when heading off to school, or romping in the snow with a sled over one's back, heading to a great hill in the woods across the street. Cold weather was a way of life as a child - Winter lasts from November through March in full force. In NJ, we get some reprieve as early as February, when a warm day may bless us and melt some snow. The snowdrops ? crocuses? pop through the snow or up from the cold ground and provide a glimmer of hope for warmer days to come.
For now we'll enjoy the heightened glow of the sun during the day, and the lights that shine at night on the white earth. And know warmer days are just around the corner.