Happy Snow Day!

Snow is a rarity on the Texas gulf coast, but it arrived last Tuesday to carpet Houston in a winter wonderland. Absence does make the heart grow fonder, and that may play into my love of snowy days. Walking through my neighborhood, the powdery snow falling and swirling, I felt enveloped by a profound quiet beauty. The crunch of compacting snow as I took the next step was the only sound except for the occasional squeaks of delight from children. Not a single moving car was to be seen. The world was at rest, and in the calm, I felt connected to a part of myself usually inaccessible in the sensory overload of regular days. I returned home to a warm fire, uplifted by the toasty heat and the snowy tranquility. I took a break from Book2 that day to enjoy the spectacle of snow in Houston; a day of quiet and reflection and a slowing down of rhythms. Somewhere along the way, I remembered a touch of who I am.