It has snowed a couple of times so far this season but not really anything to speak of, just flurries here and there. And I am not sure why snow came to mind just now, but I really am thankful for it. I love how snow transforms the landscape of everywhere it touches. It is amazing to me. I grew up going to visit snow once a year when my parents would trek us up to the nearby mountains, and it was magical to me, so now whenever it snows, I think of them. Snow reminds me of how they took time to help my brothers and me have experiences with snow despite living in Las Vegas. Sledding on wooden Radio Flyer metal-railed sleds is peak childhood winter for me, and I just love to think of it. I am also thankful for the water that mountain snowpack provides to the entire area, and every time it snows, I thank God for it all—the beauty, the reminders, the life-sustaining water.
No comments:
Post a Comment
Tell us your thoughts...