It’s snowing thick and fast outside, the kids have built a snowman and have finally had the chance to take a ride in their sledges as I watched from the warmth whilst folding the laundry.
Give it a few hours and I’m almost certain the white stuff will have melted to slush that or washed away with yet more rain.
There’s something rather therapeutic and comforting about looking out through the window pane watching the snow fall, tracing the water droplets as they etch their way downwards, trickling like tears down a face as their paths collide finally gathering to form puddles.
It’s as if you are watching a social gathering in slow motion from an outside perspective; each water droplet sets out to make its own path, yet eventually finds itself puddled together as it accidentally joins some kind of group.
Snowflakes continue to cascade from the sky, blowing steadily in the wind as they make their way to their final ending, piling together to form a sparkling blanket of untouched, pure white, freshly laid snow tempting all to dabble and delight within.
“Deep beneath the cover of another perfect wonder where it’s so white as snow,
Privately divided by a world so undecided and there’s nowhere to go;
In between the cover of another perfect wonder and it’s so white as snow,
Running through the field where all my tracks will be concealed and there’s nowhere to go.”
Red Hot Chilli Pepper’s – Snow