Growing up in Texas, I haven’t been around snow more than 2 or 3 times in my life. All it takes is the first sight of snow covered cars passing by to get me giddy like a kid again. That little girl inside of me just wants to throw snow balls, build snowmen, and make snow angels till my toes fall off!
Although I didn’t get to see any flakes falling it was the sun light reflecting off the snow that gave me that magical feel of a winter wonderland. Our footprints marked our way through the forest as we tried to find the most secluded area we could to make our way down the hills on our sled. With my adrenaline rushing, our sled flipping over, and snow splashing all over our faces I couldn’t help but laugh so hard. And it’s such a feel good laugh that all I wanna do is hike back to the top and do it all over again!
And while we stop to take it all in and stare into the distant mountains, we realize we were at the beach this morning and it’s such a dreamlike sensation. It’s so quiet that for a minute all you can hear are the sounds of snow melting from the trees. It’s so serene, all of it. And for once I never want to be warm again. There’s something about snow that makes me feel like anything is possible, that before I’m bone tired of winter and ready for summer to come again there is beauty to this season.
It’s the sight of snow that reminds me whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable–if anything is excellent or praiseworthy–think about such things and not the contrary.
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