snow day

As if the weather gods got a little tipsy last night, and decided to stir things up, quite suddenly, with no rhyme or reason, we've been thrown a snow day.  I'm sure they also prank called the pizza guy.  

Something about this particular snowy January morning; I woke up at 4:30am to the sound of Violet reading a book to herself over the monitor.  I went in her room, put her back to sleep, greeted Chowder in the hallway, then glanced out the window.  

Snow.  The purest morning snow I have ever seen.  Gently resting over bakery wires, fallen branches, Violet's turtle sandbox.  

Such a clean and crisp pillow slip, fresh and unfolding. 

Forgiving.  

For a good two hours I lay in bed just thinking about that perfect surface.  As if life, this morning, was starting from scratch.  And how funny that soon, very soon, all the little people would venture out of their houses, bundled in boots, and start stepping around, watching their own footprints in amazement, as if starting fresh in an untouched world.  

How easily we make a trodden mess of such a given peace.  How fast we all become kids again.  Even you;  You and you who don't like kids.  You too, I saw you, run for your sled in jubilation, without a care in the world, up the hill with the rest of them.  

Snow Cat 

Chowder Cat 

The journey to gasworks. 

This red sled was broken and next to the trash.  So we took it.