Only October but the flakes are falling. It is not as quiet outside as true winter. Cars are still speeding along, hurrying to their errands. The pine branches are softly drooping, white jackets a reminder of the coming season.
Many are grumbling while adjusting their collars. “We have to put up with this nonsense already?” “And so it begins.” “If this crap is any indication, we are in for a bumpy ride this winter.” I understand. I sympathize. I choose to experience it differently.
What a wonderful reminder of how short the seasons are. It is chilly but brings thoughts of cozy days, warm time among family and friends, a steaming mug of cocoa, the crackle of a fireplace and the woolen mittens your grandmother knit for you.
Winter has not yet arrived. This is but a moment to feel, a chance to break from the ordinary in our routine. Christmas will be here before we know it. The smell of peppermint and ginger cookies replace our thoughts of mummies and pumpkin spice- if only for a moment.
The snow is pure, a light coating of white drifting to cover us in a curtain of peace. Politics have escalated as we go into election season. We squabble and fret over the state of our nation. Snow reminds us of larger things, of God and Mother Nature whose plans do not always coincide with our own.
This storm is beyond our control, and we hate that about it. Yet it is a reminder that much in our lives relies on greater forces and circumstances outside of our own design. When we encounter such bumps in the road we can complain or we can appreciate them.
I am grateful. Life is unpredictable. If it were always sunny and seventy degrees we would take the weather for granted. Instead, today we have been given a sneak preview.
Winter will arrive replete with its own challenges and excitement, gifts that will keep our days entertaining and our quests memorable. Today it is still fall, with orange leaves and red branches colorfully poking through the white. How lucky I am to live in New England, full of mystery and adventure.