Today we wandered. Just the girls, and Rome. We wandered for hours, trudging through feet of heavy snow; snow that has been falling from lumbering, gray clouds for the last four days. Today though, the sun peeked through the lessening clouds and graced us with its bright, yellow smile. We had to squint, for the sun glittered brightly off the snow and we’d grown accustomed to the bleak light of February clouds and overcast skies.
There wasn’t much to be said, yet every once in a while one of us would comment on the beauty of the white nestled against the brown/black boughs of the Aspens and Firs that litter the woods.
You see, Snow makes itself right at home in the branches and crevices of these stately trees. Snow seeps into the needles and disrupts the patterns on the bark, claiming both as its own.
Snow is curious.
Yes, Snow can be a little invasive, presumptuous, heck perhaps even a little meddlesome. But with all its pushiness, Snow brings a sense of magic into one’s life. It pulls the light from the sky and creates a world of its own, extending an invitation to those dreamy enough to enter. It has the power to silence your universe; offering you a moment of seclusion and separation from the chaos of the world you know.