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First Snow

First snow on the tip of the Cape.  Tiny stars of flakes that have grown larger in the half hour I’ve been watching them, drifting in a dance of their own. No wonder Tchaikovsky composed the Nutcracker, because the snow today is a child-like ballet, full of quiet wonder that captivates as it builds to scene after scene.  The snow remains delicate, twirling–a most extraordinary snow or am I watching drift?

No, having stepped out, like an explorer on her suburban terrace, I confirm the weather: snow, as verb, active.

It is grainy, not the texture I remember from Boulder where the flakes were enormous, and signaled storm more than scatter.  Here, I think of ice, but that is because I think of car, and the roads here that seem like San Francisco’s (sort of, because as a friend from Cali once said, oh, people on the East Coast always refer to hills as mountains.) I think of ice only in anticipation of tomorrow, but not being in Colorado, but seaside, I should probably not anticipate.  In general, anticipatory worry is good to put aside.

Dance. Snow. Small flakes.  Season of lights, sugar plums, winter naps.

Still snowing.

  1. katherine heath #

    first, magical christmastime snow. . . mmm.


    December 18, 2011

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