Nic Narrates

It’s always magic, that first snow.

The insulated quiet. The collective breaths fogging window panes. The childhood glee before the adulthood drudgery of shoveling, salting, bundling. The tangible symbolism of snow; clean, white, pure.

I wish it would snow so that I might recapture that first moment, first recognition, when we stood there smiling as snowflakes fell around us. I want it to snow so that I might hug that memory, that feeling, close to me once again. Closer still so that I might remember it for exactly what it was and for what I hope it to be yet.

That last snow held magic too.

Filed under: a thing of beauty, childhood, in memory, just say 'when', whimsy by Nic