Embracing snow

There was a chill in the air today. It wasn't just the breeze, or the leaves cascading from the tree tops, dancing and fluttering on their way to the ground, or the rain that fell. There was just a hush that seemed to say autumn will soon be welcoming snow.

I love the snow. I love rising early after a heavy snow, and greeting the morning light, long before most people would ever think of leaving their cozy slumber. The world has never been so silent. Even the wind is muffled. There is just such a peacefulness and beauty.

I love bundling up under layers of cotton and down, wrapping myself in ribbons of fabric and breathing in the frosty air. When you're in such frigid temperatures, you can feel the chill run through your nose, down your throat, filling your lungs. It's so refreshing!

Everyone should make a snow angel, at least once.

And everyone should own a pair of mittens. 

I love mittens! Gloves are nice, especially if using your fingers is necessary, but there is something about the mitten that just reminds me of childlike joy.

Mittens are sleeping bags for the fingers. Ever snuggled in a sleeping bag? There's such a coziness and romance in squeezing two grown adults into a one person sack. There really is no other alternative than to be entwined together. And what better way to rebuke a chilly night than to get tangled up in a mass of arms and legs, and breathy, lingering kisses.

Ahhh, beautiful, peaceful, delicate snow. I await your homecoming.