I love to wake up to snow more than any other kind of morning. All those white flakes covering everything-wet and fresh. It feels so magical. Inside it is cozy in that kind of hushed dark of early morning, making me want the smell of baking cookies and something delicious bubbly away in the crock pot.
It’s the perfect kind of morning for coffee and writing, and when they come, I want them to go on for several days, to be caught in a moment of time. I drift from work to window to coffee pot and a late afternoon movie with popcorn, not concerned about anything.
Watching the thick flakes float down outside the window, pulling on boots, hat and mittens to take a walk around the farm-yard, check the stock, and maybe catch a few of those white crystals on my tongue. Coming back in to warm, slippers, and hot cocoa with marshmallows.
Of course, it was still 81 degrees here yesterday, but the forecast is calling for mountain snows-maybe up to six inches in Estes Park-those lucky dogs!